Ye Zechuan looked at the girl standing at the door who was looking at him intently, and the pain in his eyes disappeared a little, and then he slowly opened his lips and said, "Why are you here?"

He hadn't spoken for a long time, his voice was hoarse, his face was too pale, and his whole person seemed to be shrouded in endless sadness, looking stubborn and lonely.

"I..." Ye Huairan looked at him and felt that her nose was sore and her eyes were sore. Some liquid was gathering uncontrollably in her eye sockets. The figure of the young man in front of her gradually became blurry. She was deeply moved.

He took a breath and tried to calm down his emotions, but his voice was still trembling and choked, "I'm worried, so I came to see you."

Ye Zechuan didn't look at her, but glanced sideways at the darkening night outside, and said lightly: "You should go back, it's getting late."

Even if he issued an order to expel guests, how could Ye Huairan listen to him and leave when he looked at his worrying look?

She stood there without moving, bit her lower lip, and replied: "I won't leave, I want to stay here with you!"

Ye Zechuan looked at the stubborn girl in front of him quietly, and after a moment he said: "Be obedient and go back."

Ye Huairan shook her head, took a few steps forward and stood in front of him, then half-knelt in front of him, looking at him levelly. Her beautiful face lacked the usual smile, and she looked indescribably calm at this time.

And sad: "Brother Zechuan, if you want to cry, just cry."

A man doesn't shed tears lightly, but he hasn't reached the point where he is sad.

Sometimes tears do not necessarily mean weakness, they are a way to vent emotions, and not only women have this right.

Ye Huairan raised her hand and gently held his cold hand, and her low voice fell into his ears word by word: "Brother Zechuan, Aunt Suxue is gone, I know you are sad. But, there is also

I, I will always be with you and never let you feel lonely again."

As she spoke, she hugged his body with her other hand, patted his back, and said again: "Cry if you want to, and you will feel better if you cry. I will be here with you, always."

All are there.

She spoke in a low voice, but every word fell heavily on Ye Zechuan's heart. The young man who had been holding on alone for so long finally seemed to have touched something, and a drop or two of hot liquid slipped from the corner of his eye.

His tears were very clear and pure, stained on his long eyelashes, and finally rolled to the ground, spreading sadness all over the place.

Over the past ten years, his mother has been an important reason for his hard study. However, when he finally returned from his studies, she was no longer there. His only closest and dearest relative in the world was gone, what should he do?

At this time, he was more like a helpless child who had lost his way, not knowing where he should go. When Badass held his hand, his hands instinctively held her hand tightly,

Finally, he was defeated in front of her.

Ye Huairan knelt on one knee and gently pushed away the slightly messy hair from his forehead. Then, all the expressions on his face fell clearly into her eyes.

Warm tears slid down the corner of his eyes over the tear mole. In the twists and turns of tears, the tear mole also showed a thrilling fragility.

Ye Huairan never knew that boys can be so beautiful when they cry, so beautiful that it makes people feel distressed, so distressed that they can hardly breathe.
Chapter completed!