If I Like You, Do You Think You Could Run Away?

Han Zhuoli hugged Lu Man and felt that she was trembling.

Heart aching, he gently patted her back. He didn't despise her for her tear-stained face, or for how shabby and disheveled she looked. He lowered his head and tenderly kissed the tears on her face away.

The salty tears still had the fragrance of her skin.

As it was her tears, when it entered his throat, it tasted bitter.

"Silly girl, we are already together now, you completely don't have to worry about all those 'what ifs.' You didn't miss me and I didn't miss you either, we are both perfectly together now. You are in my arms right now, aren't you?" Han Zhuoli kissed her tears away as he mumbled softly to her, "Besides, even if you were really stubborn back then and didn't agree, wouldn't I still have shameless clung onto you?"

Lu Man sniffled. She was already starting to calm down because of his comforting words.