"Are you alright?"
Tan Yanli, who had been crying with her head bowed, heard the voice and immediately felt a surge of joy. She abruptly lifted her head, only to find that the person in front of her wasn't Lin Runjie but a stranger with a gentle voice somewhat similar to his, which led her to mistakenly think it was Lin Runjie. The delighted expression on her face quickly faded away.
The man standing before her was a stranger, and he naturally caught the brief joy that had flashed across her face. He looked at her with concern and said, "I was passing by and saw you crying here. It's late, and there's no one else on the plaza. It's not safe for you to be here alone!"
He held a tissue in his hand, gestured with it, and Tan Yanli reached out to take it, wiped the tears from her face, sniffed, and said, "Thank you, I'm fine!"
"You were crying so sadly, are you sure you're alright?"
