He looked at me with still calm eyes, gently put his fingers on my face, and wiped away a layer of warm tears. Damn, when did I cry? It was so embarrassing. "You look better when you smile." He held me in his arms and smiled. In silence, I pushed him away, raised my chin, and raised the corners of my lips coldly, "I also think my smile looks good, but you no longer have the right to see it."