"When did you find out?" It was Tobanya who asked, her voice not only soft but also trembling slightly.
"Just now," Meng Zhuqing paused, then added, "when you said the door wasn't bolted."
He was no fool; how could he not see that her heart was pleased with him with such obvious signs?
Tobanya didn't say anything more, but tears kept sliding from the corners of her eyes, causing Meng Zhuqing's heart to ache to death.
Meng Zhuqing raised his other hand to wipe her tears away, but the more he wiped, the more she cried.
She still didn't open her eyes, she just lay there silently, shedding tears.
"Why are you crying?" Meng Zhuqing asked, his heart aching. He had never seen her cry before, today was the first time, and it was excruciating for him.
"I don't know."
"Fool," he thought, how could she not know?
"I just feel like crying."
"Then why don't you open your eyes?"
"I don't want to open them," she paused, "I just want to have a dream. A dream with you in it."
