Xia Yanxin was in the midst of sorrow when someone suddenly patted her shoulder. She turned her head...
Chu Sihao came up from behind her, "Yanyan, what's wrong with you? Why are you hiding here crying alone?"
Xia Yanxin wiped her tears with the back of her hand, flusteredly explaining, "It's nothing, I wasn't crying, just got some sand in my eye."
Chu Sihao looked at her with concern, "Yanyan..."
He tenderly pulled out a handkerchief and handed it to her. Then he silently stood by her side, not saying too much. He knew her world was far, far away from him, a place he could not reach. All he could do was to silently accompany her.
Xia Yanxin dried her tears, and with some embarrassment, she smiled faintly, "I've made you see me in a state."
"How could I laugh at you?! Yanyan, seeing you upset makes me feel terrible. If I had known he would treat you this way, I would have never let go of your hand," Chu Sihao's resolute face showed his determination and seriousness.
