Tears fell on his chest, scorching his heart.
Wen Yanqing slowly raised his hand and embraced her.
Her body shook with sobs, crying so softly, yet the tears kept falling, breaking Wen Yanqing's heart almost to pieces.
Wen Yanqing caressed her face, wiping her tears away bit by bit.
The fingers he touched her face with were trembling, burned by the tears, piercing his heart with pain.
The wind picked up, and a drizzle fell on their faces. Wen Yanqing hoarsely asked in her ear, "Do you think it's going to rain? Shall we go back?"
Lin Gantang's eyes and nose were red from crying.
She was still sobbing, and with tear-blurred eyes, she gently took his hand.
Lin Gantang was saddened by his thoughts of separation yet distressed over his worsening condition.
