When Meng Silang met Zhou Qinxi for the first time, she was sitting alone by a moss-covered wall crying. He thought the girl was crying and having a runny nose. He thought it was ugly. He wanted to just pass by her, but he didn't expect the girl to cry even harder when she saw someone coming. He had to lower his head and was about to give her a tissue to wipe her nose, but he found that the tissue in his pocket had already been used up. He stood up helplessly and was about to leave, but the girl pulled him and grabbed his sleeve and brought it towards his nose. Meng Silang suddenly became angry and summoned up all his strength to take out his hand. Suddenly he met the girl's clear eyes. Meng Silang was stunned for a moment. What kind of eyes were they? They were big, clean, and without impurities. Tears filled his eyes, just like the stars in the sky in the dark night.
Meng Silang suddenly felt that it was really a heinous thing to make such a pair of eyes shed tears.
But what he didn't expect was that years later, every time that girl shed tears, it would be for him.