When Yun Qinglan said this, his eyes seeped a hint of light red, like rouge dripping on xuan paper, slowly blending along the curve of his eye.
He was accustomed to keeping his emotions internalized, but at this moment, all emotions uncontrollably surged forth.
His originally bright eyes seemed to have a layer of watery shimmer.
He probably felt embarrassed, slightly turned his head away, but some emotions were uncontrollable, rushing up in torrents, making his eyes even redder.
"Yun, it was me who made you sad."
Yun Qinglan shook his head instantly, saying, "No, I'm just too happy."
He was afraid she'd misunderstand.
"Can I hug you?"
Su Muyao nodded, took the initiative to walk up to him closely, and embraced him.
Yun Qinglan extended his arms to hold her.
At first, he dared not exert force, his elegant hands tentatively gently enveloped, with a feeling of cautious cherishing.
