He suddenly stepped back, his calmness completely disrupted.
It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't. He needed to stay calm, turned around, and tried to leave the courtyard that was everywhere marked by Wen Changling's presence.
Wen Changling was calling him, "Xie Xingxing."
Don't call him.
"Xingxing."
The Wen family's girl could cast a spell.
It turned out to be true.
All his actions thereafter seemed beyond the control of his mind, as Xie Shang turned back and walked up to Wen Changling.
"Why are you crying?" Because of Yan Cong? Because of Ah Na?
Her eyelashes fluttered, and tears rolled down: "There's sand in my eyes."
She was lying.
Xie Shang had seen what she looked like when there was really sand in her eyes, and it wasn't like this.
"Xie Xingxing, blow on my eyes for me."
Miss Wen sometimes liked to speak in a very direct tone, like a command.
Xie Shang crouched down and embraced Miss Wen.
"Don't cry."