Chen Yiran watched as Tianxin's tears, which had just stopped, welled up again. His tone softened instantly. He looked at her helplessly, "Alright, alright, don't cry anymore. I admit that I'm scared of you now."
"..." Tianxin continued to sob into her tissue, sporting the look of a wronged wife.
Some fellow passengers waiting nearby looked at the two of them and smiled benevolently.
Ignoring their curious glances, Chen Yiran extended his elegantly slender hand and gently wiped away the tears on Tianxin's cheek. His voice softly assured her, "Don't cry anymore, I'm here, don't be scared."
"Woo..." Tianxin couldn't stop her tears, no matter how hard she tried. Even though she wanted to stop crying, her tear ducts seemed to be an open floodgate that she couldn't shut off. Especially since Chen Yiran was frightening one minute and gentle the next, she was unsure if he would start scaring her again the moment she stopped crying...
