Chapter 85 How Not to Cry

"Ah!"

Lin Qian cried out in pain again, tears spurting from her eyes, "Yin Moran, are you doing this on purpose? My hand is going to break!"

Her plaintive, trembling voice, pitiful and distressing, stirred at one's heart.

Yin Moran's eyebrows knotted as he loosened his grip.

The evening breeze blew by, carrying a trace of chill.

The woman's figure was lean and fragile, trembling slightly in the evening wind.

Yin Moran's thin lips pressed lightly together; he took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders, "Sorry."

With just two words, devoid of any particular emotion, they caused Lin Qian's tears, which she had barely held back, to again surge forth and fall.

Yin Moran's breathing hitched, a hint of helplessness flashing through his dark eyes.

Still crying?

Indeed, women are made of water.

"Stop crying."

Yin Moran's long, beautiful fingers lifted, gently wiping the tears from the corner of her eyes.