In Every Life [Jenlisa]

Chapter 67

A few rays of sunlight slanted in. The room was silent, and Jennie leaned against the man's embrace, gradually feeling a vague dampness on her shoulder.

Her heart tightened, and she kissed his distressed profile, quickly soothing him in a gentle voice, "Who said I wanted to leave you?"

"You're lying to me." His earlobes turned red from the butterfly kiss, but the restrained grievance leaked out in his voice.

Jennie pursed her lips and asked softly, "What did I lie to you about?"

He lowered his voice, and a hint of choking could be heard, "Yesterday, you said you were having dinner with your family, but you actually went out with Zhou Yanshi."

"I..." Jennie hesitated, feeling a little guilty.

Sensing the hesitation in the girl's words, Lisa tightened his fingertips and almost reflexively held her tighter.

The window was slightly open, and the howling cold wind pierced straight into the man's heart like a sharp blade.

The heart that had been restless all night was instantly shattered by the gust, and the piercing pain spread rapidly through his body, seeping out along his blood vessels.

Winter was very cold, and the trees outside the window had already shed all their leaves, leaving only bare branches swaying sadly in the wind.

Tears welled up in Lisa's reddened eyes, and at some point, they began to trickle down.

He roughly wiped his eyes, condemning his own weakness with disgust and disdain.

But a corner of his heart was filled with a hint of humble hope.

If she was willing to come see him and go through the trouble of deceiving him, did that mean she cared even just a little bit about his feelings?

In an instant, the heart that was on the verge of collapse quieted down with the gradually disappearing cold wind outside the window.

Without the cold wind, the room gradually warmed up.

The girl withdrew from his embrace, her clear peach blossom eyes catching the redness in his eyes, and she frowned with concern.

"What's wrong...sigh." She helplessly reached out and gently wiped the man's reddened eye corner.

Lisa's fingers curled slightly, and that sense of despair slowly surged up from the bottom of his heart.

Does she think he's not manly enough like this?

He shouldn't cry, but he couldn't control himself. The thought of her leaving made the sourness in his eyes unstoppable.

He lowered his head, tightly pursed his lips, and closed his eyes as if deceiving himself.

This way, she wouldn't see his red eyes, right? The girl's fingers were still cold from winter as she gently brushed them over his eyes, her movements incredibly tender.

Why was she being so gentle?

The man closed his eyes, feeling the girl's almost cautious movements.

Tears began to seep out of his tightly closed eyes.

He couldn't take it.

He wouldn't let her leave.

Tears streamed down his cold face as he struggled to hold back his emotions.

The girl's heart ached as she wiped away his tears, but they continued to fall like beads off a broken string.

"Don't cry," she couldn't help but console him.