"Ying Zenan, are you crying?"
The question successfully left him stunned.
He turned around, a hint of confusion and surprise on his face.
Considering the time, she should have already boarded the plane by now.
"Qin Yang."
Qin Yang was standing behind him, smiling brightly, one hand supporting the luggage handle, the other lightly brushing the corner of his eye.
"Really crying?"
Ying Zenan, this stubborn guy, would never admit it.
"Nonsense, it's just sweat from chasing after you." At this moment, it's hard to describe how he felt. But there was a sense of ecstatic joy, like after a brush with disaster or reclaiming something lost.
She didn't leave.
No matter the reason, Ying Zenan felt grateful at this moment.
Hmm.
Qin Yang followed up with his words.
"It's the first time I've seen sweat flowing from someone's eyes. Ying Zenan, you sure are one of a kind."
Ying Zenan, being teased, didn't feel embarrassed.
