Liu Mingxing slowly raised her head to look at her, her face pale as paper, that sorrowful and desperate expression, where was the lively and playful Liu Mingxing from her memory?
Meng Xi'er's heart ached so much that her tears were about to fall. How could she have encountered such a thing?
"I don't want to leave now." Liu Mingxing said softly, head low, "Lun You hasn't come out yet, how can I ignore him? He will be heartbroken."
Meng Xi'er didn't speak again; she could understand Liu Mingxing's feelings at this moment. If it had been her, she probably couldn't bear to leave to heal herself either.
She stood up and hugged Liu Mingxing's head, enclosing it in her arms, "Mingxing, if you want to cry, just cry."
Looking at her expression like that, it really was more distressing than watching her cry.
"I can't cry anymore." Liu Mingxing said softly with a low laugh, with a trace of despair, "It's as if my tears are blocked by something."
