Her sudden touch made He Jichen's body tremble as he instinctively looked down at her fair hand around his wrist.
He stared unwaveringly at her tender fingers for a moment before his eyes looked up and landed on her delicate neck. "What's wrong?"
She didn't make a sound, but he clearly felt her fingers around his wrist start to tremble after he spoke.
All of a sudden, an intense worry entered He Jichen's heart. There were hints of anxiety when he spoke: "Xiao Yi, what's going on?"
She still said nothing, but a single tear rolled down from the corner of her eye.
Isn't everything okay now? We just ate, so why's she upset again after I came back from throwing the trash out?
Even though the rims of her eyes had turned red several times throughout the day, He Jichen's heart still ached to see her like this now.
He spoke again with a more anxious voice, "Didn't I say it's all sorted? Why're you crying again?"
