Looking at her sleeping so helplessly, her eyelashes sticking together, even in dreams, tears still rolling out, a twinge of sympathy rose in his heart. After a moment of thought, the man in his bathrobe returned to the bathroom, filled a bowl with warm water, and came back to the bedside.
The man who never tended to anyone started doing just that.
He rolled up his robe sleeves, dipped his hands into the warm water, soaked the towel, wrung it half-dry, and earnestly wiped off the tear streaks on her face. His movements, under the warm light, displayed a poignant touch of indulgence that was hard to conceal.
After silently cleaning her face, Chenxing blinked but didn't seem to wake up. Gu Shaocheng gazed at her. Two streams of tears slid down from the corners of the girl's eyes.
Such sorrow seemed to silently accuse him of his heartlessness, and it wrung his heart into knots.
Gu Shaocheng bent down, placing a gentle kiss onto her eyelashes, "Stop crying........."
