"Stop crying." Di Mingchen gently wiped her tears, but they were like a broken dam; no matter how he wiped, they kept coming.
It seemed she was truly aggrieved, very aggrieved.
Di Mingchen didn't know how to explain to her, to explain that he never intended to make her feel aggrieved, but now it seemed any explanation appeared pale and weak.
He was never good with words, especially in matters of love; he really had a clumsy tongue. Seeing her crying like this made him even more anxious and at a loss for words, so he could only clumsily help her wipe her tears.
Her crying tugged painfully at his heart.
Nangong Ran cried for a while, feeling much better after venting, and wasn't as aggrieved anymore. She just stared at Di Mingchen with her red, swollen eyes.
Seeing her mood slightly improve, Di Mingchen hurriedly spoke, "Xiaoran..."
"Don't speak." Nangong Ran interrupted him.
