Miaomiao looked up straight at him. Her once proud and brilliant eyes were already brimming with tears, her eye sockets turning red as teardrops endlessly slipped down her cheeks, leaving wet stains behind.
She bit down on her pale lower lip, her shoulders trembling slightly, whether from the cold or from sorrow.
Ansheng let out a breath, slowly sitting back down, and gently squeezed Miaomiao’s trembling, ice-cold little hand.
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