"Just as she finished speaking, Ye Xingguang was surprised to discover a mist of tears welling up in the man's deep, black eyes. Perhaps embarrassed, Ye Junqing quickly pulled her off him and then, turning his back to her, reached out to switch off the bedside lamp and drew the covers over them.
Ye Xingguang was momentarily stunned, her indignant heart suddenly softening immensely. This man...he hadn't been about to cry a moment ago, had he?
"Ah Qing~" Ye Xingguang called softly, pushing gently against the man's back. The man didn't speak, didn't even move an inch, just lay with his back to her, eyes closed, letting the tears roll down from the corners of his eyes.
The world was extraordinarily calm, like the silent snow drifting outside the window.
