She felt the wetness at the corners of her eyes, a crystal tear had slid down, and just then, a large hand gently wiped it away with a deep, affectionate voice, "Why are you crying?"
Ruo Ling turned her head to look at the man beside the bed—it was him, the man from her dreams, Huangfu Jianchen.
At that moment, she knew she had been reborn.
Mi Yao watched them, Ruo Ling's eyes held only Huangfu Jianchen, and his eyes held only her; even as an observer, Mi Yao could feel the tender affection in their eyes. She immediately covered her mouth with a giggle, "Ruo Ling, I was originally planning to chat with you, but it seems I'm just the unnecessary third wheel here."
Ruo Ling looked at Mi Yao, a hint of coy evasion in her clear apricot eyes. She retorted, "Mi Yao, what are you talking about? You are not the unnecessary one, you are the most important one."
