The old master was teaching Little Tuan Tuan how to play chess. When he saw Fu Sinian carrying Shi Qian upstairs, his eyes were filled with smiles.
Fu Sinian carried Shi Qian back to the room and couldn't bear to let go of her.
Sitting on the sofa under the window, he let Shi Qian lean in his arms.
Shi Qian had stabilized and stopped crying. She had just cried too hard and was still sobbing uncontrollably.
Fu Sinian kept his gaze on her.
She realized that her eyelashes were still wet. Her eyes were red. Even the tip of her nose was red.
This appearance was heartbreaking.
"Why are you staring at me?" Shi Qian was embarrassed.
"You look good," Fu Sinian replied with a smile.
Shi Qian immediately reached out to cover his eyes. "No one looks good when they're crying."
"You're very good-looking. All the time." Fu Sinian pried her hands away and wrapped his arms around her body.