Zhao Meimei was upset by Xu Xu's crying, so she reached out and poked Xu Xu's forehead: "I told you to stop crying, didn't you hear?"
Tears rolled down Xu Xu's cheeks as he occasionally wiped them away with his hand.
All of Zhao Meimei's patience vanished in an instant; she straightened up and turned back to her seat.
"Zhao Meimei." A choked, hoarse childish voice came from behind, slightly timid.
"What?" Zhao Meimei turned her head to look at Xu Xu.
Xu Xu looked at her with teary eyes, pursing his lips without speaking.
Zhao Meimei felt he looked a bit pitiful, so she softened: "What do you want to say?"
Xu Xu sniffled a couple of times and wiped his eyes: "I, I won't cry anymore, will you play with me?"
Zhao Meimei shook her head coolly: "Why must you play with me? I don't even like you!"
Xu Xu twisted his hands together, pouting as tears started to well up again, his big dark eyes staring at Zhao Meimei.
