Mei Shu stared blankly at him, but all she could see were the scenes of Zhang Jiao's fierce and malevolent appearance from the past.
Tears quickly gathered in her eyes.
But before the tear could form, it was gently kissed away by a pair of warm lips.
Mei Shu half-closed one eye, only using the other to look at him.
Her cold gaze, which she had barely managed to muster, was instantly shattered by the almost desperate sadness on his face.
Mei Shu bit down on her lower lip tightly, refusing to let herself shed tears, but that person always managed to be one step ahead, kissing the tears from her eyes, the lips nearly bitten to blood, and her warm, flushed cheeks.
Under his relentless pursuit, Mei Shu finally surrendered.
She reluctantly parted her lips, and her tense body relaxed, as if a hedgehog had finally trusted enough to retract its spines, no longer showing any hostility to the person in front of her.
