Lu Qiao's heart ached intensely, unsure if it was for Ye Xixi's tears or for that person who once meant the most to him.
If it hadn't been for his vain stepmother drugging him, if Lu Rongrong hadn't climbed into his bed, perhaps he would have been married with children by now.
Thinking of Lu Rongrong, a surge of hatred rose in Lu Qiao's heart once again, but looking at the sobbing Ye Xixi before him, with her tear-stained cheeks and pitifully delicate demeanor, he was reminded of his first love.
Lu Qiao trembled as he raised his hand to cradle Ye Xixi's small face, gently wiping away her tears with his thumb, "Don't cry, Xixi... I, I can help you, can't I?"
Ye Xixi finally stopped crying at these words, her tear-stained eyes particularly bright, her lashes glistened with tears as she sniffled and looked at Lu Qiao. As she stared, her lips quivered before she wailed and sneezed simultaneously.
