Tears fell down her cheeks and landed on Mo Yanyi's neck. She clearly felt that his steps paused, but he continued to move with her hastily and calmly.
His big warm palm placed on her head, and with a gentle press, she leaned on his shoulder, tears streaming down his neck, along his collarbone, and across his chest.
The music stopped. There is a time to stop. But their dancing did not stop. They were still moving slowly and rhythmically.
Without the sound of music, Yingming's sobs are so obvious, like a sigh of sadness in the silent night, which makes the lovesick person's heart ache.
Finally, Mo Yanyi stopped and his neck became a sea of tears.
"Don't cry." His voice was extremely hoarse. He held her tightly and kissed her earlobe. She felt the coldness on his face, which were his tears.
"Don't cry, okay?" he said, but his voice was already trembling, "be good, aren't we together now?"
However, Yingzhen cried even harder, and her whole body trembled.
She hugged his neck tightly, and she was very choked. She felt that he was taking a deep breath to suppress the surge of his tear ducts. After all, he was a man, and tears were more precious than those of a woman.
After a long time, Mo Yanyi calmed down and held Ying Zhen's face. She saw his red eyes and the undried tears beside his nose.
He looked at her warm smile, but Yingzhen felt that his smile was so sad and helpless.
Her heart ached, it turned out that she was not the only one suffering the pain of separation, he suffered more than her. Thinking of her would remind him of his father's death, and the double pain tortured his heart.
Despite this, he still couldn't bear to forget her and hate her, so the only thing he could do was to leave her, but this was more painful than stabbing him.
The pain of a knife is a temporary pain of breaking up, but it lasts for a lifetime, every second.
Yihe Yingzhen's fingers fell on the tear stain next to his nose, and suddenly stopped. Unable to bear to wipe it away, she stood on tiptoes and kissed him gently.
She sucked gently, but couldn't kiss the salty taste because her tears had already stopped flowing and fell into her lips and teeth.
It's so salty, like the love between them that was constantly broken but had to be separated.
Suddenly, Mo Yanyi hugged Yingying a little tighter, moved his lips to kiss her lips, and swallowed the salty taste into her mouth together.