Pei Yilan shook her head repeatedly.
She swallowed the potato chips in her mouth and clenched her fists to prevent her from finding out she was sad.
"I don't mind." She took a deep breath and deliberately raised her voice to make her tone sound relaxed. "You are you, and they are them."
Jiang Ye, who was lost in his memories, came back to his senses. When he looked down, he saw a pair of red eyes.
"Why are you crying?" He stroked the corners of her eyes, his smile as gentle as ever.
"I'm not crying."
"Your eyes are already so red."
"My eyelashes fell into my eyes." Pei Yilan made up an excuse and emphasized, "It's making my eyes uncomfortable, so it's red."
Jiang Ye did not expose her.
He leaned over and picked up the glass of water on the coffee table. He fed it to her and watched her drink. "I'm glad he didn't beat that person to death back then."
