He held the report in his hand, and as soon as he looked up, he saw Zimei sitting there, motionless. Her dejected look made his heart ache.
Ye Cheng walked quickly toward her, knelt down, and then held her hands: "I have some good news, want to hear it?"
The man's voice was gentle and mellow. Zimei slowly lifted her head to glance at him, her eyes moist, yet dull and confused.
Zimei shook her head: "I don't want to hear it."
"Are you worried I'm just trying to comfort you and lying on purpose?" Ye Cheng guessed her thoughts and spoke out.
Zimei lowered her eyelashes and bit her lip, saying nothing.
Ye Cheng extended his long fingers and gently stroked her pale face. He softly said, "The professor said your eyes can be treated."
Zimei trembled all over, "You're lying to me."
Her voice carried doubt and tremor.
He slipped the report into her hand, "You can ask anyone to read what it says, and you'll know whether I'm lying or not."
