Her heart was beating exceptionally fast. She pursed her lips and said, "Ning Yang, can you take me to meet your family?"
Ning Yang curled his lips into a smile, a smile so sorrowful that it seemed capable of reversing the flow of the Yellow River.
Jian Yanyan looked at his expression and suddenly regretted saying that earlier, regretted it deeply; she bit her lower lip.
She watched as he slowly, step by step, approached her, reached out to touch her face, and said, "If you want to meet them, I will definitely take you. But why now?"
Jian Yanyan opened her mouth to say something but ended up saying nothing.
Ning Yang smiled faintly, a smile like the breeze of an April day, serene and warm, yet it was infused with endless sorrow, with tears seemingly at the corner of his eyes, as if they were there yet weren't.
A pair of blue eyes like the ocean, like the sky.
Jian Yanyan could imagine that if he were to cry, it would be like the sky starting to rain.
