Although the girl was smiling, the traces of red from her heartbroken crying still lingered in her eyes, clearly seen by Qin Qingnan.
"Ziran, I..."
He wanted to comfort her, to confess, to show his loyalty, but Lin Ziran immediately covered his mouth, "Don't say anything."
Because once he spoke, regardless of what he said, it would surely bring tears to her eyes again.
She had said she didn't want to cry anymore.
Qin Qingnan ultimately didn't speak again, gently holding her hand, lowering his gaze, and noticing her bare feet on the carpet. So he bent down to lift her, gently placing her on the bed.
Habitually, he found the hairdryer to dry her hair.
Tenderly, meticulously, he dried her hair little by little, and then let down her long, satin-like smooth hair, watching the cascading black locks drape over her shoulders.
He lowered his head to kiss her, from her forehead to her eyes, bridge of the nose, and finally her cherry-red lips.
She remained quiet, letting him kiss her.
