Slowly, Mu Xing's struggle finally came to a halt.
He lowered his head and saw a tear still lingering on her face.
Suddenly, he remembered Mu Bei saying she never cried.
He reached out to wipe away that tear, "Why cry, losing your memory makes you a kid?"
"I don't know either, I don't know..." she said helplessly.
"If you want to cry, just cry. It's okay to cry a little." His voice was even gentler than he had imagined, "But after you cry, try not to dwell on it. If your head still hurts, crying might make it better, so cry some more if you need to."
Mu Xing's head leaned against his chest, oddly feeling especially at ease, her headache gone, "I don't want to cry anymore."
Bai Lingyun thought she might still have headaches, recalling her saying she wanted an apple.
He planned to get out of bed to ask Song Ning if she could eat an apple.
"Wait, don't go." Mu Xing clutched his clothes like a child, "I tell you not to leave, so don't leave. My head hurts if you do!"
