Two teardrops slipped down from the corners of Nian Bing's eyes. He knew that he could not maintain his current attitude towards Long Ling, no matter what. Ling'er had given him this vest, and considering everything she said before, it was obvious she had given up her safety for his consideration, without telling the truth, she had made up a story to deceive him. Nian Bing's heart trembled, trembling for the first time for a woman, his hands tightly gripping the edge of the vest, struggling to control his emotions.
Long Ling's gentle touch constantly resurfaced in his mind, constantly churning in his heart, that delicate face, that soft voice, all deeply shook his heart.