Eleven pressed her hand to her chest, grasping at her clothes tightly, her eyes suddenly turned red. This time, before the tears trickled down, she forced herself to hold back, but could not resist the pain in the depths of her heart. In the silent stranglehold of a choked sob, tears slipped from the edge of her lashes.
The moment her tears fell, Jin Xiangbei's heart violently wrenched in pain.
It hurt immensely, severely.
Indeed, even after all these years, his heart still beat for her, ached at the sight of her tears.
This instant, he was panic-stricken, not knowing what to do. He yearned to reach out, cradle her face in his palms, and gently wipe away her tears.
They stood side by side now, their expressions clearly discernable.
"I may not like Fang Eleven, but her teardrops are so affecting, it hurts my heart. She's such a great actress!"
"I know, right? It's even more intense than before. Those tears...always on the verge of falling. It makes me feel so uncomfortable."
