Zhou Mingchen was leaning over the bathroom sink, rubbing his eyes, when he heard the door open and lifted his head.
Xia Lu saw his state and almost dropped the fruit in her hand. Her mouth turned into an O shape, and it took her several seconds to process what she was seeing.
She slammed the bathroom door shut and after leaving, felt something was off. She had already seen it — what good was running away now? It was like covering one's ears and stealing a bell. After deliberating, she turned the doorknob again and poked her head inside.
"You're... crying...?" Her voice emerged from her throat, circled twice around her mouth, and still came out.
At this moment, Zhou Mingchen's eyes were bloodshot, one hand hovering near his eyes, his brows knitted tightly, about to twist into a thick rope.
