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He kept a few centimeters' distance, his eyes tenderly adoring as he looked at her, lifting his hand to gently brush away the hair on her forehead as he softly asked.
His voice was somewhat hoarse, and Qin Mu felt an ache in her heart when she heard it.
"Because I was afraid you'd get hurt."
"But you've let yourself get hurt!"
He suddenly laughed, and as he spoke, it sounded like he was scolding her, but his eyes were the first to moisten.
Qin Mu had never seen him like this and couldn't help but raise her hand to cradle his face, "Mu Yichen, don't be like this!"
Mu Yichen didn't say anything, just lowered his gaze and gently pressed his forehead against her burning one.
It was as if he feared she'd see his sorrowful expression, as if he wanted to maintain a certain image in her heart.
Qin Mu's breath grew hotter, but...
When she felt her eyelashes dampen, heavy...
Those tears seemed to silently fall onto her heart, becoming an indelible cinnabar mole.
