"Don't cry."
Zheng Yanyan's arrival truly disrupted Zhou Yuwen's plans, but her affection for Zhou Yuwen was genuine. On the seventh day of the New Year, a young girl running around like this — no matter what, she needed to be soothed.
So Zhou Yuwen sat there on the bed while Zheng Yanyan, clad in long boots, straddled Zhou Yuwen's lap, tears still streaming down her face.
Zhou Yuwen gently wiped away her tears bit by bit, soothing her as he said, "Baby, don't cry."
The more Zhou Yuwen spoke like this, the more Zheng Yanyan acted coyly and threw a tantrum.
Zhou Yuwen had no choice but to cup Zheng Yanyan's small face and kiss her.
This time, Zheng Yanyan cooperated, after all, it had been so long since they'd last seen each other, and Zheng Yanyan had begun to wonder if Zhou Yuwen no longer loved her.
