C37 A Scar Is a Medal

Lih Haozhe looked at Soong Lyi. Her eyelashes were already wet. Tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes and hid in the pillow.

"Wait for me, okay?" He bent down and tried to lift his hand to caress her cheek, but it only brushed past him when he was very close.

Soong Lyi buried her head in the blanket, her voice muffled and nasal.

"Lih Haozhe, my eyes can't shed tears yet