Nose tingling with emotion, Jian Yixue couldn't hold back any longer and started to sob.
Her forehead rested against Yan Yichen's chest, trembling continuously. Yan Yichen lovingly stroked her hair and gently patted her back.
Silent comfort, a warm embrace, was the only warmth Jian Yixue felt on this autumn night.
Letting her vent at will, who knows how long it was before Jian Yixue lifted her head, her eyes red like a rabbit's. She noticed his clean shirt was soaked with her tears and snot, and she awkwardly pressed her lips together.
Seeing this, Yan Yichen raised an eyebrow, took off the shirt, and casually tossed it into the nearby trash can.
Jian Yixue panicked, "Hey—what will you wear if you throw it away!"
Yan Yichen casually picked up a sweatshirt from an open box and put it on.
Jian Yixue blushed, remembering she had bought it for him during a mall sale but hadn't dared to give it to him.
