Xiaozhu did not speak and continued to pack her things in silence.
Shen Ming entered the room and pulled out the clothes she had packed into her suitcase.
Xiaozhu went to grab the clothes, wanting to pack them again.
Shen Ming held on without letting go.
Xiaozhu felt awful inside; with only one hand she couldn't overpower him, and her tears started falling drop by drop.
Her tears landed on the back of Shen Ming's hand, the warm liquid startled him for a moment, and that's when he realized that Xiaozhu was crying. He immediately let go of the clothes, saying helplessly, "You...why are you crying?"
"None of your business." Xiaozhu raised her hand to wipe away the tears and continued packing.
Shen Ming didn't dare to hold on anymore; he stood by, anxiously, "Don't cry, and don't move away. I won't stop you from seeing him anymore, you're right, that's your private matter, I really did overstep, but I truly regard you as a little sister..."
Sister, sister, always the sister.
