"Hey, stop crying. I'll be nicer to you in the future." He spoke soothingly while gently patting her back.
Yiyi was momentarily stunned, stiffly leaning against his shoulder, completely dumbfounded.
Is her brain malfunctioning, seeing hallucinations, or is his brain having a spasm? Unable to comprehend, she wondered if he was comforting her?
Why is this man who always threatens to twist her head off suddenly being so nice to her?
It's so bizarre, so bizarre, Yiyi was so shocked that she forgot her sadness, just stiffly leaning against Fengye Wuyin's cold, textured military epaulet, her mind in utter confusion.
Then came an awkward silence, both of them quietly holding each other, Yiyi barely dared to move, and she felt the shoulder of the man she was leaning against was also unexpectedly stiff, as if this intimate gesture was very unnatural for him.
