"What the hell are you arguing about… you…" Ji You lowered her eyes; those watery almond eyes reflected in Cheng Haoyue's gaze, and the words he was about to blurt out were abruptly cut off:
"Don't you cry!"
"You're not… I'm not…"
"Fuck!"
Cheng Haoyue violently raked a hand through his hair, looking a little annoyed at Ji You, whose head was hanging lower and lower, body trembling in waves. He snapped, "What are you crying for?"
"I didn't even curse you out!"
"I was saying you—"
He took a step forward, reaching out to pat Ji You on the shoulder, and Ji You suddenly backed away.
She backed up several steps in a row, turned her face away, and hurried off: "S-sorry, I want to calm down by myself for a bit."
Her voice was low and heavy, with a hoarse roughness to it.
That was obviously a choked-up voice!
Cheng Haoyue raised a hand to rub his forehead. "Heavens above! I didn't do anything to her, did I?"
How did that end in tears?
Was that really worth crying over?
