Yue manzhu stretched out her hand to wipe the tears from the corner of Anlan Xintong's eyes and said softly,""Don't cry, okay?"
Yue manzhu wasn't very consoling. When she spoke, it was as if she was repeating herself, but her eyes were filled with worry.
When Anlan Xintong met Yue manzhu's eyes, she could see everything.
Meeting this kind of gaze, Anlan Xintong knew that Yue manzhu should also care about her.
When she realized this, her mood became much better, and her tears stopped flowing.
In fact, all her emotions were because of him.
"I'm sorry, I didn't want to cry just now, I just ..."Anlan Xintong also said very seriously.
"I know,"
As she spoke, Yue manzhu stroked an LAN Xintong's hair. He seemed to be able to sense her mood.
Perhaps, she was serious about him.
However, he still found it hard to believe.
Perhaps he already believed it, but it was hard to believe.
