She closed her eyes. In the dim light, JiMingshao saw water flowing from the corners of her eyes to her face, and then to her lips.

　　It was warm and salty, turning all the taste in JiMingshao's mouth into salty.

　　JiMingshao's heart ached as if it was pulled by someone. Was she crying? He felt a mountain was falling on his heart. He couldn't breathe. He didn't know why she was crying, nor did he know why she was crying.

　　He had no choice but to hold her tightly in his arms and calm her down with his own temperature. He wanted to tell her not to be so sad....