Song Qinghuan tilted her head up, trying to discern Shi Yuhuan's expression, but all in vain.
She blinked, only to realize that her vision had blurred.
His back was noticeably moist. Though he had always been good at keeping his emotions in check, even now in his impassiveness, he looked at the crying Song Qinghuan helplessly, "Why are you crying? I'm not crying, am I?"
Song Qinghuan sobbed, releasing her grip on him and wiping her tears, "You must have cried back then!"
"No, I didn't." Shi Yuhuan replied without hesitation.
Song Qinghuan didn't believe him, "Impossible, you were so helpless and desperate. How could you not cry, you were just ten then."
"No, I didn't shed a single tear." Shi Yuhuan insisted, rubbing her head gently, "Don't cry anymore, I don't like seeing you cry."
"Do you only like it when I smile?" Song Qinghuan asked gently.
"Yes!" Shi Yuhuan's deep eyes slightly downcast.
