"Oh."
Yuan Xiaoxiao also felt a bit embarrassed. Her bright teeth tightly bit down on her red lips, not daring to look up. Her adorable little head nodded vigorously like pounding garlic, while her fair little hands—whether placed in the basin or taken out—didn't seem to have the right place. Feeling a little aggrieved, the young girl's eyes reddened, brimming with crystalline tears threatening to fall at any moment.
"Then I'll leave now."
The image of the young girl was directly etched into the depths of the man's dark and deep eyes, stirring waves of suffocating pain in his heart. He wanted to reach out with his rugged arms and give her a comforting hug, but he knew he couldn't.
The older man merely pressed his lips tightly and took heavy, deliberate steps with his long legs, his movements weighed down. After a final, longing glance at the young girl, he turned and left with large strides.
