Ling Chuxia was still wiping her face, utterly unaware that Shi Che had already approached her until he suddenly took the wet cloth from her hand and continued to wipe her face for her.
Ling Chu was slightly taken aback. As she raised her eyes, she met Shi Che's dark pupils.
He looked at her intently, his dark eyes focused and serious, his movements gentle and careful, wiping away the tear stains on her face bit by bit.
Ling Chuxia stared at him, her heart originally pressed down by extreme guilt and self-reproach. She forcibly held back, not wanting Shi Che to notice anything amiss. But at the sight of Shi Che, as he gently wiped her tear stains, she didn't know why a fog suddenly rose before her eyes, a sourness surged into her nose, and tears uncontrollably began to flow.
She was afraid that Shi Che would see her crying, and suddenly extended her hand to embrace Shi Che, burying her face in his chest.
