Qin Huai reached out to wipe away the tears at the corner of his eyes, staring as if to open his eyes wide. In fact, it was simply to keep the tears from easily flowing out.
Even his sniffle was very quiet, so much so that it had no effect at all. He could only sniff again immediately after the first one. This sheepish action of correcting a mistake felt naive, but it was the only thing Qin Huai could do in this situation.
He also wanted to appear cheerful, to squeeze out a sincere smile, to use his master-level lie to say something nice, to talk with Luo Jun about his future plans for grave sweeping, but he couldn't do it.
At this moment, he just wanted to cry.
Uncontrollably wanted to cry.
The damn tears kept swirling in his eyes, and no matter how wide he opened them, they were about to fall.
