"Are you all right?"
It was Lu Jun's first time offering comfort, and he held himself stiff, his tone awkward.
Pei Wan looked up to see the concern in the young man's eyes, which made her nose feel even sourer.
Lu Jun frowned tightly, "Hey, why aren't you speaking?"
All he saw was the young girl's dark eyes staring at him, mist gathering at the bottom, while her butterfly-wing lashes trembled lightly, wet with tears.
Is she, crying?
Seeing a girl cry for the first time, Lu Jun felt panic inside and blurted out subconsciously, "You, don't cry, all right!"
As his words fell, he saw the tears the size of beans beginning to drop one by one from the corner of the young girl's eyes.
She was crying even harder!
Damn!
What should he do in this situation? Nobody had ever taught him!
In a fluster, Lu Jun could only think to stop the young girl's tears, lifting his hand to gently wipe the tear streaks from her face.
