Hearing him calling her name low, Junziyan's hand holding a towel froze.

The man's blushing face seemed to be a little redder again, his head swayed slightly, and her name continued to overflow from his thin lips, "Yanyan...Yanyan...Yanyan..."

She hurriedly replied: "I'm here, Fei Siting, I'm here, I'm here."

A man has long been immersed in his dreams, and no external information can enter his world.

All he knew was that he called her name, this name that was deeply engraved in his bones.

"Yan Yan...Yan Yan..."

Junziyan put down the towel in his hand, held the wrist of one of his hands with both hands, and his lips trembled slightly, "I'm here, I'm really here, Fei Siting, I'm here."

"Yan Yan...Yan Yan...Yan Yan..."

The man in his sleep murmurs for many times, and suddenly spit out a few different syllables, "I feel uncomfortable."

Junzi Yan's eyes shook violently, and she held his hand tighter, "Where are you...what is it?"

She thought he was drunk and feeling uncomfortable.

"Yanyan, I feel uncomfortable."

Fei Siting closed his eyes heavily, and a crystal clear corner of his right eye suddenly slid down, and it was very fast. In just one second, the liquid penetrated into his hair.

Even so, Junziyan still saw it.

Her heart seemed to burst into pain, indescribable depression and sadness, sweeping overwhelmingly.

He cried.

Fei Siting cried.

He actually... cried.

Is it because of her, right?

From childhood to adulthood, she has chased him for so many years and has never seen him cry.

She knew exactly what kind of man he was.

If it wasn't too painful, how could he cry?

The gentleman regretted it very much, why didn’t he bear it and insist on telling him about this?

She was so selfish that she never thought about him.

If she had expected that he would have minded so much about this, she would not have told him.

"Yanyan...I feel uncomfortable."

This time, it was no longer one drop, but many drops, and it continued to fall.

Junziyan was panicked, completely panicked. She trembled with her fingers and went to wipe his tears...

But the more you rub, the more you will flow.

The man's three words "I feel uncomfortable" with hoarse and choked mouth made her heart ache as if she was severely dissected by a sharp knife.

"sorry."

She continued to wipe his tears, looking deeply at his handsome but still blushing face, "I'm really sorry, Fei Siting, sorry..."

Fei Siting still couldn't accept any external messages. He just called her name to express his inner sadness. Tears were flowing like that, as if the spring that would never dry up.

Junziyan no longer knows what to do.

She lay on the man's shoulder beside the bed, gently hugged his neck with both hands, and tears fell down. The guilt in the sky made her unable to breathe at all.

"Sorry, Fei Siting, stop crying, okay? Sorry..."

......

After a while, the man finally fell asleep, no longer murmuring in his mouth and no longer shed tears.

Junziyan raised his head and stared at his beautiful eyebrows without a moment. His high nose bridge and his perfect jaw opened his bitter smile.

She pushed his hair on his wet temples to the side.

I went to the bathroom and twisted the warm towel out and wiped the tears on his face.

He was drunk.

He shouldn't know that he had cried when he got up tomorrow.

What a superior man he is, she can't let him discover this, right?

After doing all this, Junziyan dealt with his face again.

Then, sitting by the bed, just looking at him until dawn...
Chapter completed!