Through a blurred vision, Xiao Yebai's voice rose again, slow and steady, "What are you crying for?"
"..." Mo Weiyi bit her lips, remaining silent.
The man raised his finger and gently wiped it under her eyelids, cleaning away her tears, one by one.
"I'm asking you a question, Weiyi. What are you crying for?"
"..." Mo Weiyi still did not speak.
Xiao Yebai grasped her face with both hands, lifting it upwards, "Don't cry."
Mo Weiyi looked at him, tears falling heavily from her eyes, rolling down her cheeks and landing on his fingertips.
Hot and heavy.
Silent weeping, like pear blossoms in the rain, most lethal.
"What on earth do you want me to do?" The man's tone turned helpless.
In memory, this was the second time Mo Weiyi cried so heartrendingly.
The first was when Xu Xian left.
"Weiyi, why are you crying? Tell me, okay?" Saying this, Xiao Yebai took her into his embrace.
His warm and familiar hold seemed to cause Mo Weiyi's breakdown to further intensify.
