Standing quietly at the entrance, Mu Lin saw Muxue silently sitting at the bedside, a smile that strained at the corners of her mouth so tender. But Mu Lin, inexplicably, blinked against a sudden sting and an urge to weep.
If only, she truly wished Muxue would sob wholeheartedly, to let a good loud cry vent her emotions; a restrained smile like this, only stirred a helpless sorrow.
She was never good with comforting words.
A tear slid down, she reached out and instinctively touched her cheek.
"Why am I crying?" Even my auntie hasn't cried, so why am I crying?! Gong Yu's voice carried a touch of confusion. She sniffled, "I don't know why. I really didn't want to cry, but the tears just can't stop falling." She couldn't blame herself. Turning her gaze towards Mu Lin, she asked, "Sister, auntie should be alright now, right?" At least, she was now smiling.
But her smile, only caused her heartache.
