Warm tears slid down her face, although she was not crying, the tears kept falling uncontrollably.
Mo Shiche watched her dumbly shedding tears, his heart ached slightly, but more than that, he felt a deep sense of contentment from being cared and valued, filling his entire chest.
"Tangtang," he called out softly, struggling to enclose her small hand with his large one, "why are you crying."
Luo Qiangwei lowered her head and said slowly with sincerity, "I'm afraid you were dead."
She didn't say she worried he was dead, but rather... she was afraid.
Mo Shiche suddenly thought of what Liansu had once told him. His eyes and brows dimmed, he asked with a low, husky voice, "Five years ago, when I had that accident on the Seattle Cruise, did you cry?"
Luo Qiangwei stared at the hand he was holding, her voice very slow, "I can't remember clearly... probably... couldn't cry."
"Were you very scared?"
