Staring out of the window all night, the wind kept blowing the leaves, making a rustling sound.
Shen Li withdrew his gaze, and he was reminded of the past—those times he had accompanied her to look at the stars and the moon.
"Missing your parents?"
At Shen Li's question, Shen Xingchen's eyes grew slightly red. She replied, "A little."
Earlier, she had indeed thought of her parents, but what occupied her mind even more was him.
The redness in Shen Xingchen's eyes made Shen Li's heart tremble faintly. Her expression at that moment was exactly the same as when she was a child—still tinged with sadness.
Raising his right hand, Shen Li gently stroked Shen Xingchen's face.
It would've been better if Shen Li hadn't touched her—but the moment he did, Shen Xingchen's emotions spiraled out of control. Tears streamed down her face abruptly, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stop them.
