"Oh well. I've given him what I needed to, said what I needed to, and passed on all the instructions I had for him," Qin Mei consoled herself.
Jie Jingchen was amused by her childishness. He put his arm around her shoulder and let her rest her head on him. "Meimei, your brother didn't want to wake you. He was afraid he wouldn't be able to stop himself from crying if he said goodbye to you. Think about it—he's a soldier. How humiliating would it be for him to walk into the train station with tears all over his face?"
Qin Mei's heart ached. She buried her face in the crook of Jie Jingchen's neck. A moment later, he clearly felt the dampness against his skin. A pang shot through his heart, and he glanced sideways at the silently weeping Qin Mei, his deep eyes overflowing with heartache.
"Meimei." Jie Jingchen wanted to comfort her but didn't know how. He wanted to take her back to Yangcheng City to see her parents, yet he was also afraid to do so.
