Yan Mingwan squinted his eyes and watched the man run away in embarrassment.

The cold wind of the winter night blew on his cheeks, and he withdrew his gaze.

Although the man had already walked away, Lin Weiwei felt that the shadow he brought to her lingered, this kind of thing called sequelae made Lin Weiwei tightly hold the clothes around Yan Ming's waist and not let go, as if she was holding on to a trace of comfort and refused to let it flow away.

The tips of her toes almost touched Yan Mingwan's heels, and Yan Mingwan could almost imagine how close she was to herself.

He couldn't help but tense his back. After all, except for Jian Tingting, he had never been so close to a girl.

The streets were a little quiet except for the wind.

Yan Mingwan felt that it was a bit too much for her not to greet Lin Weiwei.

"Are you okay?" His voice seemed to be blurred by the wind, and it came into Lin Weiwei's ears, as if it was as grainy as white sugar, with a little hoarse but delusional sweetness.

Lin Weiwei did not move, nor did she respond to him.

Yan Mingwan didn't move, just fixed where he was, and let Lin Weiwei grab his clothes. I don't know what else to say!?

Lin Weiwei regarded this as evidence that Yan Mingwan didn't hate herself, so let's just take it as a different kind of gentle comfort he gave.

After a pause, "It's disgusting." A crying voice came out of Lin Weiwei's mouth.

Yan Mingwan knew what she meant, opened her mouth, and wanted to say that the man was gone, but the words became "And I'm here." ”

So don't be afraid.

The sour feeling that Lin Weiwei had suppressed in her heart was like a dam that had been broken through the gap, and the rushing water was overflowing.

The eyes are like clouds, and when they say it's raining, it's raining.

The reason is just this sentence that came out of Yan Xuan's mouth: "And I'm here." It touched a certain string in her heart, and I wished that after a long, long time he would embrace her tenderly, whispering "I am here" in her ear.

You'll be so happy that you'll explode!

Yan Mingwan was more sensitive to Lin Weiwei's sobbing than she imagined.

He turned around unguarded, and Lin Weiwei's hand grasping his clothes was thrown away unguardedly.

"You." A monosyllable came out of her mouth. The tail of his eyes was obviously soft, and he obviously misunderstood that Lin Weiwei was scared to cry.

Lin Weiwei immediately covered her mouth, "It's nothing, I'm fine." ”

It's strange that her tears want to stop, but they keep flowing.

After a few seconds, "I, giggle······" As soon as Lin Weiwei opened her mouth, a breath came up and she began to burp.

Yan Mingwan: ·······

He couldn't let Lin Weiwei cry in front of him all the time.

"You, don't cry," Yan Mingwan said tentatively, and after he finished speaking, he realized that it was useless at all.

He secretly weighed it in his heart for a while, plucked up the courage to put his hand on Lin Weiwei's shoulder, and patted it gently.

"You'd better cry!"

Lin Weiwei paused: ······

What!? Lin Weiwei raised her eyes, looking at Yan Mingwan with tearful eyes, and there seemed to be a hint of blame between her teary eyes.

Why are you like this!?

Yan Mingwan pursed the corners of his mouth in embarrassment. What he meant was that he could wait for her to finish crying. Crying stopped when I was tired.

If you make me cry, I'll cry, I'll cry to show you!