"Cry if you're sad! Don't be sad!" Yan Huaijing softly said, reaching out to pat Wei Yuemei's slim shoulders again.

"Shi Zi ..." Wei Yuewu bit her lip.

"Call Huaijing!" Yan Huaijing said gently.

"Huai ... Huai Jing!" Looking at the softness in the eyes of the handsome man in front of her, and a hint of faint favor, Wei Yuewu's eyes involuntarily surged with mist, and she could barely control it as it condensed into tears.

As soon as the words left his mouth, tears ...