He sighed, swallowing his anger: "I told you I'm fine. Now it's my turn to suffer. You should be laughing, not crying."
"Whimper… whimper... How could you tease me like this… there's so much blood, blood..."
"Still crying? You can't cry with the beauty of pear blossoms nor the emotional depth of tearful complaints. You look ugly when you cry," said Gu Shaocheng, all anger gone, as he wiped her tears with his fingers. "If you feel guilty, eat properly. No more starving yourself."
He couldn't understand; if anyone else dared to hurt him, they would be dead by now. But when he saw her panicking like this, after getting angry and scolding her, he actually wanted to hold her tightly and comfort her warmly.
Gu Shaocheng just couldn't understand why his heart turned into mushy softness.
