Through her blurry vision, a small hand reached out.
It wasn't so much catching teardrops as it was catching pearls he considered priceless.
Ji Qingwu's tears fell faster and faster, threatening to fill Yuan Heng's small palm.
Yuan Heng switched to cupping both hands together to catch them, panic and distress plain on his little face.
Ji Qingwu tried desperately to hold back, but she couldn't stop her nose from tingling and her eyes from stinging. Tears spilled from her eyes, and her slender shoulders trembled gently.
In his anxiety, Yuan Heng rose up until his small shoulders broke the surface of the water.
Ignoring that he was still dripping wet, Yuan Heng reached up to touch Ji Qingwu's face. The palm of his small hand felt feverishly warm.
"Don't cry."
Ji Qingwu nodded silently, but her tears still fell like pearls from a broken string.
Yuan Heng felt their warmth on his hands, and his voice softened.
