She knew he was in a bad mood, feeling down.
He might have come back early and stood alone by the sea for a long time, setting off fireworks for a while.
When she grabbed his hand, he turned his head and gazed at her with his deep-set eyes.
The fireworks had burned out, leaving nothing but ash on the ground.
The starlight seemed even more brilliant now. He turned to face her, his handsome face tinged with melancholy, his eyes bottomless.
"Why did you come here? Aren't you afraid of the dark so late at night?"
"I don't know how to comfort you, but when I'm feeling down, I just wish someone would be by my side, even if they don't speak a word!"
She lifted her small face to look at him; the sea breeze tangled her long hair, her eyes exceptionally clear and moving.
"Hehe!" He chuckled lightly and hooked her nose with his finger, "You woman, why do you care about me so much?"
"I just feel that you might need some company, someone to talk to!"
