He is adept at concealing his emotions, as he always has been.

However, Ning Qiluo could still sense that his breathing was a little disordered, and he was trying hard to control his emotions.

He touched her face, his fingertips brushing against her cheeks, his palms were wet, and her tears hadn't dried yet.

"Don't cry, A'luo, don't cry, baby, don't cry..." He leaned closer, wanting to hug her and comfort her. Before they could even exchange a few words, she kept crying.

What a little darling, she cries so easily.

"Don't cry, okay? Sweetie."

He had regained his composure, leaned close to her face, and gently kissed her eyes, her eyelashes soaking wet.

Ning Qiluo was still sobbing.

It wasn't until Jiang Yingchi said, "This is nothing. What if I collapsed one day and never woke up? Would you cry yourself to death?"

"You're talking nonsense!"

Stimulated by his words, Ning Qiluo's tears stopped flowing.

Jiang Yingchi's gaze was vacant. The person he longed for was right in his arms, within reach but unseen, and his heart felt like it was being pierced by needles.

"I won't allow you to say that, Jiang Yingchi, I won't allow it." She spoke in a domineering tone, yet sounded incredibly aggrieved, even though he hadn't done anything, only said those words.

But it was precisely because of that sentence that she was so heartbroken.

"Okay, okay, I was just talking nonsense."

He brushed her hair aside; it was a messy, tangled mess.

"Where did you go? Why did you get yourself into such a mess? Shouldn't you be in Haicheng? Why did you suddenly come here?" he asked.

Ning Qiluo, however, cupped his face and examined it carefully.

Jiang Yingchi didn't move, letting her do as she pleased.

Ning Qiluo watched for a while, but felt that it had only been a short time since they last met, and it was as if she couldn't get enough of seeing him. She felt sad and heartbroken, but she really couldn't cry anymore.

"I came from Haicheng, it took me 20 hours by car. I came secretly, I didn't tell anyone..."

She whispered in his ear.

Jiang Yingchi's arms around her waist slowly tightened.

I wanted to scold her, but I was afraid she would cry.

Do you know the consequences of doing this?

What do you do when you encounter someone with ill intentions, you fool?

"I don't know." She shook her head, seemingly forgetting that he couldn't see her, and shook her head several more times. "I only know that I want to find you."

"What do you want from me? I'm fine, I'm perfectly well."

He was just trying to comfort her, not wanting her to worry.

The next second, she yelled fiercely, "What do you mean 'you'? You can't see anything... Waaah... You can't see anything..."

The more she talked, the sadder she became. She threw herself into his arms and started crying again.

Jiang Yingchi: "..."

However, this time Ning Qiluo didn't cry continuously. She only whimpered a few times before stopping, but her little face was still buried in his arms.

"I just can't see right now, it will be alright," he said.

However, Ning Qiluo didn't completely believe him, fearing that he was just trying to comfort her by saying something positive.

"What if... what if it doesn't get better?" she asked, referring to the worst-case scenario.

Jiang Yingchi smiled and said, "If he can't get better and will never see again, he'll be useless. Would you be with a useless person like that?"

Ning Qiluo answered without hesitation, "Yes."

"Good girl." He pinched her waist, and she tickled and shrank back.

Then I heard him say, "You're willing, but I'm not. If I really become blind forever, our relationship will come to an end."

Ning Qiluo stared at him intently.