That young boy, with such dignified but extreamly cold demeanor, had his eyes inexplicably reddened in front of him at this moment. After a brief daze, Ye Shuwen was also somewhat flustered.
He hurriedly reached out to grab a roll of paper towels placed in the restaurant, but as soon as he felt the rough texture under his hand, he quickly pulled back, fumbling through his pockets with both hands until he finally found a half-used pack of tissues and cautiously pulled out one to place in front of Mingjue.
"Don't cry, don't cry. Kids should always be happy all the time…"
After saying this, he considered that Mingjue might be so upset because of recollecting sad memories, perhaps thinking of his father... oh no, his foster father.
Therefore, even though he knew that this person might not have done any good things, at this moment, he still couldn't help but feel a bit of sorrow.
This would have been completely impossible before.
