The noisy raindrops and the laughter from the Japanese food store violently tapped the eardrums, the drunk man wailed and ran into the rain, but Ivy felt that the surroundings were extremely quiet, and only Leo’s low and soft voice came over clearly.
The coat on top of her head exudes a surviving heat, the refreshing soap scent enveloped her, and even the surrounding air was slightly sweetened.
She lost her words for a while, and looked up at him in a daze, but tears couldn’t help falling.
“Miss Yan.” He narrowed a smile and moved closer to her. After realizing that verbal comfort can’t work on the crying woman, Leo paused for a moment and stretched out her hand, awkwardly wiped away the falling tears for her, “I’m rude, sorry.”
For so many years, he is still so dumb and lacking in vocabulary, he can’t even do well in comforting girls, he looks like an old antique who insists on the principle of “giving and accepting men and women”.
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