Bo Siyan stared blankly at that single tear, then swiftly reached out and grabbed Ning Xia, who had one foot already out of the car. He applied a slight force with his arm and pulled her back in.
The next second, his slender fingers pinched Ning Xia's chin, forcing her to lift her head.
His deep black eyes met her red-rimmed ones, his pupils tightened slightly, and his voice was husky as he asked, "Why are you crying?"
The series of actions was too sudden, and by the time Ning Xia realized she wanted to hide it, it was already too late.
As the man's questioning words entered her ears, her tear-soaked eyelashes trembled, and instinctively she replied, "I'm not."
Yet as soon as she spoke, it was full of the tone of someone who had been crying.
Ning Xia immediately clamped her mouth shut, her eyes flashing with annoyance and at the same time resenting her own weakness.
