The hospital room was very quiet, only the sound of Shi Jiayin's sniffles could be heard.
She was beautiful, so beautiful that even her tears did not mar her countenance; the crystal drops spilled from the corners of her eyes, slid down her cheeks, and the faint trails of tears only added a touch of allure.
She was born knowing how to use a woman's advantages, and tears were the best weapon.
And she had indeed succeeded in seeing the coldness in Bo Siyan's eyes gradually fade away, his gaze fixed on her, and then the corners of his lips slowly curved into an arc.
He smiled, and she unconsciously followed suit, curling her lips, her heart trembling slightly.
She knew it, he wouldn't really be so heartless towards her, and no matter how angry he had been in the past, as time passed, he would ultimately forgive her, and she was just waiting for that moment.
