Pei Yan knew Mei Wanying didn't want to see him, but he couldn't stop himself from coming to Jiangnan.
Now that he had seen her, he was even more reluctant to leave.
The man reached out, tentatively touching Mei Wanying's fingers as he asked gingerly, "Ah Yin, let's make up, alright?"
The moment the calloused pads of his fingers brushed against hers, Mei Wanying snatched her hand back and turned to go downstairs.
As she walked away, his heart went with her, and he instinctively moved to follow.
Mei Wanying turned and glared at him. "Don't follow me!"
The man froze in place, his face a picture of helplessness and dejection.
His deep eyes rested on Mei Wanying, his expression innocent and aggrieved.
"Ah Yin..."
Mei Wanying: "Shut up!"
As her beautiful eyes misted over, Pei Yan felt a pang in his heart. "Don't cry. I won't follow you."
Every time he appeared, Ah Yin cried. It was as if each tear fell directly onto his heart.
The pain left him breathless.
