Jiang Baizhou lowered his eyes slightly, glancing sideways at the one leaning on his shoulder. A faint softness flickered in his gaze, his thin lips pressing into a line, gently mouthing the words: "Stop crying. I forbid it."
Cen Jin was momentarily stunned, the corners of her mouth involuntarily lifted, and the tears in her eyes gradually receded. Resting her chin on his arm, she slightly raised her small face, her eyes revealing a sweet smile in the dim light. Her grip on his arm tightened a little, and she softly explained: "It's just a movie, don't take it so seriously!"
"I won't allow it either." Jiang Baizhou firmly grasped her small hand, his tone and attitude very strong and determined.
Cen Jin chuckled, a bit helpless: "Don't you think it's touching and heart-wrenching?"
"I don't."
"Then what do you watch movies for?"
