At Moonset Peak, before the little grave.
Watching the young girl before him, tears cascading down her cheeks, the teardrops at the corners of her eyes simply unstoppable, and the tear stains resembling the tender blossom of cherry flowers, particularly radiant.
Ye Chen felt a complex mix of emotions, somewhat heartbroken, his eyes also somewhat dry, but still, he managed a warm smile, reaching out to pat the tall girl on her delicate forehead as affectionately as always, as doting as ever.
Gently caressing her silken hair, as smooth as satin, he then carefully wiped away the teardrops that pooled in her eyes, each one clear like a crystal, breathtakingly beautiful, and chuckled softly, "Silly girl, what's there to cry about? Isn't your brother back?"
Ruoxi pursed her red lips, gently biting down, silent, looking at him, yet the tears on her face multiplied, turning her into an exquisitely alluring figure of tears, her delicate body shivering slightly.
