Not far away, Su Nanxing and Lu Beiyuan stood side by side.
His gaze skipped over Lu Beiyuan and landed directly on Su Nanxing.
Su Nanxing was crying.
This realization immediately made Qiao Muye's heart clench.
He could not care less about anything else, striding over to stand in front of Su Nanxing, wanting to touch her, to wipe away her tears, yet he dared not make a move.
Such a tall man looking so helpless appeared somewhat incongruous.
He was cautious and hesitant, his voice filled with distress and timidity, "Xingxing, don't cry, it's all my fault..."
He didn't know how to comfort her, nor did he know what to say. His hands were also raised awkwardly, not knowing where to place them.
Seeing Su Nanxing shedding tears, Lu Beiyuan also felt heartache, especially seeing Qiao Muye looking like this, he couldn't help but speak up, "Xingxing, shall we go home first, okay?"
