The snowflakes fluttering down were blocked by the paper umbrella as Daohua slowly stood up after squeezing a handful of snow, then turned to look at Xiao Yeyang who was a foot away.
At this moment, Xiao Yeyang, in appearance, looked no different from usual, but his eyebrows carried a weary look from lack of rest, and his eyes also held an unmistakable loneliness.
Daohua's heart felt stuffy, a bit sour, and also somewhat astringent, instinctively furrowing her brows, she moved her lips, hesitated for a moment, but still did not voice the comforting words she had prepared in advance.
This guy was proud, and for him at that moment, any words would seem pale, not only failing to comfort him but likely to push him further away instead.
Seeing the sullen energy emanating from Xiao Yeyang, Daohua took a breath, feeling like she couldn't just do nothing—if he kept bottling up his feelings like this without venting, it might warp his psyche.
