C43 Silent majority 1

"Xiao Ye …"

Zhou Zijin's hand gently rested on my face, and I subconsciously took a step back.

Tears fell onto my hands, and I realized that remembering the past could easily make me cry.

Sensing my resistance, Zhou Zijin awkwardly retracted his hand.

"I'm fine …"

I turned my face away.

Those so-called past, in fact, has never had a past with me.

The pain of losing Lin Mu