Long Chengyu also remained silent, simply letting her hold him, gently patting her shoulder...
It was not until he felt the entire front of his shirt soaked with a warm moisture that his low, emotional voice came through—
"That's enough, keep crying and you'll become a crybaby."
Hearing his words, Shu Yimo finally sniffled and, taking his sleeve, wiped her face before she reluctantly stopped, dried the traces on her face, and, with a slightly hoarse voice, hit him lightly, saying, "Just pretend I couldn't resist such emotional scenes."
He gave a smile and reached out to lift her delicate chin, gazing at her still watery eyes, and said softly, "It is quite touching."
Shu Yimo's response was to tighten her fist and throw a punch, but it landed in the palm of his overturned hand instead.
