When she heard the voice saying "Qingqing," Zuo Qing's first reaction was to think it was Jin Ruiyang.
Only when she saw the person did Zuo Qing realize that from the start she knew it wasn't Jin Ruiyang's voice.
She was merely holding onto a barely visible hope in her heart, deceiving herself.
"Sorry!"
Zuo Qing rose from the ground, a crystalline teardrop hung at the corner of her eye, falling without warning, suspended from her lashes like a raindrop, dripping into Ye Shaoting's heart.
He had never seen a girl cry in such an enchanting way, with an elegance and grace etched deep within her bones.
The wind brushed through her loose long hair, the flying strands inadvertently touched his cheek, bringing a slight tickling sensation.
Ye Shaoting hesitated for a moment, then took out a blue square scarf from his pocket: "Wipe it..."
He wasn't very adept at dealing with women, especially women who were crying.
