C125 He Could Not Bear to See You Cry.

Connie put down the chopsticks in her hand. She felt uneasy being stared at by him, as if she was enveloped in the warm sunlight of summer. It was a little too warm.

She raised the back of her hand to wipe her flushed cheeks and reminded him softly, "What's wrong?"

Holding his face, holden still, his eyes carried a trace of laziness, "It's just a meeting with a normal friend