As he spoke such words, his handsome face, still tinged with youthful innocence, was already covered in tears.
Di Jinxuan was flustered for a moment. She had never seen Bo Chenghe with tears streaming down his face before, especially not in front of her, tears silently overflowing in her presence.
"What's wrong, don't, don't cry," Di Jinxuan said, somewhat panicked, trying to grab a tissue but then realizing she hadn't brought anything.
"It's a bit embarrassing." Bo Chenghe laughed self-deprecatingly and stretched out his slender fingers to rub his eyes.
Di Jinxuan stood in front of him, somewhat helpless, unable to act tough and cold as usual in the face of Bo Chenghe. What should she do?
"Alright," Bo Chenghe took a deep breath, "It's time to go in, it's windy and cold outside."
"You go in first," Di Jinxuan lowered her eyelids, "I'll come in a bit."
