"Xiao Xue," he sighed, gently wiping Wen Maixue's tears with his arms, his glasses set aside. Wen Maixue's long hair filled the gap between them, her hands wrapped around Pello's neck, emitting sobs.
Softly, a voice that would break any man's heart. Su Ziceng's feet stepped on the hardened soil, feeling a sense of breathlessness.
Back off, get away quickly. These words echoed in Su Ziceng's mind, her hands unsure where to be placed.
Then, another wave of comforting sounds, Pello saw that Wen Maixue had not stopped, and knowing that she was already physically and mentally exhausted from bringing up Wen Zimu today, he bowed his head, not knowing that Wen Maixue suddenly stopped crying, confronting Pello and began to kiss him. Pello did not push her away, there are not many ways to soothe a crying woman, but a kiss is undoubtedly the most effective.
