"You always remember." Lin Jiaojiao didn't know why her eyes welled up with tears, but she was smiling, happy.
He remembered all her preferences, every time so effortlessly, before many of which she had overlooked.
Her reaction made Yan Sihan slightly startled for a moment. He then raised his hand, gently wiping away the teardrop with the pad of his finger.
"Be good, no crying." The commanding tone carried absolute tenderness and authority.
Lin Jiaojiao sniffed her sour nose. A box of pastries indeed wasn't enough to make someone cry, it was the person who brought the pastries that moved her to tears.
The mistakes she made in her past life seemed impossible for her to make up for, always feeling indebted.
Perhaps sensing her abnormality, the man gently lifted her chin for her to look at him and asked, "What's wrong?"
The concerned tone warmed her heart. She didn't speak, just raising her hand to rest it on his shoulder and leaned into him.
"Yan Sihan, you're so good to me..."
