She seemed to have fallen asleep not long ago; her lashes were still wet, with a tear hanging from the corner of her eye.
After he left, she must have cried again; her eyes were somewhat swollen, and the tip of her nose was red…
Upon seeing this, Han Jingnian's fingertip clenched the yogurt in his hand as though his heart were being grabbed tightly by something, causing him a tugging pain.
Han Jingnian stood by the bed, holding the yogurt out for a while, staring at Xia Wan'an. He then gently bent down, pulling the blanket up to cover her exposed shoulders.
As he got up, his gaze once again fell on her sleeping face. Even after crying, her features were still charming. He stared at her for a while before he regained his senses. He was not sure when his fingertips unknowingly grazed the corner of her eye, gently wiping away her tears.
The cool dampness of his fingertips seemed to carry a burning warmth, spreading all the way to his chest, causing his heart to ache slightly.
