Seeing Dong Qianqiu fuming with reddened eyes as she wiped her tears away, Lan Xuanyu's heart couldn't help but soften. It seemed that he had really gone a little overboard.
"Sorry!" Lan Xuanyu whispered.
Dong Qianqiu glared at him fiercely.
Lan Xuanyu went over and sat next to her. "Why don't you hit me back to vent your anger?"
Dong Qianqiu pushed him hard, making him fall to one side, then threw a few punches at him. With choked sobs, she said, "How am I going back to school? How are my classmates going to look at me?"
"I only thought of getting back at you at that time," Lan Xuanyu said with embarrassment. "This… I don't know what to do either."
Dong Qianqiu glared at him fiercely; she felt conflicted too.
That little aggrieved look was simply too lovely, and there were even beads of tears on those long eyelashes of hers.
Lan Xuanyu lifted his hand unconsciously and wiped the tears off her eyelashes.