Chen Ye expressed doubt about his little apprentice's reaction.
This girl, where is she the sort to cry easily?
"Stop, stop, stop."
Chen Ye struggled a bit before extricating his head from his apprentice's embrace.
He looked at the apprentice with tears streaming down her face, then squinted his eyes, reached out a finger, and gently wiped the corner of the girl's eye.
His fingertip rubbed together, the sensation not only unlike clear tears but even smelling somewhat pleasant.
Chen Ye brought his fingertip to his nose and sniffed, his expression darkening immediately. He sneered, "No, Qing Jun, why does your tears... have a fragrance?"
Qing Jun, who was sobbing, realized things were going awry. Her eyes darted around, and her crying stopped abruptly.
"Ah, this, this..."
The girl retreated two steps, her two forefingers twisted together, and she hesitantly argued,
