Her tears soaked his lapel. He stroked her head, a gentle smile appearing on his lips, "Alright, don’t cry anymore. Crying so much you’re not beautiful at all, and soon your eyes will be ugly." Dong Huiying: "..." She sniffled, then angrily punched him, "You bastard!" "Fine, I’m a bastard. The bastard is me, I am the bastard. I know Huiying loves me the most, likes me the most. I’m the apple of Huiying’s eye, Huiying’s treasure, so let’s not cry anymore, okay? If you cry again, I won’t be able to help myself either." He teased her in a light-hearted tone, "Look at me, I’m so tall. Our family was so poor before, and I never cried, even when life was tough, I never cried, even when sick for so long, I never cried. Can you bear to tease me into crying at a time ? Obviously, life has already gotten better, and my health has improved, so what is there to be dissatisfied about? We should be smiling, right? We should be smiling." He poked her at the corner of her mouth with his fingertips, then pushed the flesh at the corner of her mouth, shaping her lips into a curve resembling a smile. She wiped her eyes, "It’s all your fault." "Yes, all my fault, no rebuttal, no arguing. So can you be a little happier?" Honestly, with him , she couldn’t cry even if she wanted to. Once you think it over, you’ll find those small setbacks in life, what do they count for? She let out a long breath. Then looked at him with a smile. Looking at him, he seemed relieved too. "See, you’re more suited to a smiling face. I like seeing you smile. Every time I see you happy, my mood also gets better. You have no idea how beautiful you look when you smile, it’s like you gave me a life, gave me a chance to see the world more, to love you, continue loving you, so I can hold you , share your joy and sadness. It seems as if everything in life is you, as if all my emotions are because of you." He hugged her tightly again, "You absolutely don’t know how important you are to me. So don’t make yourself sad anymore, and don’t make me sad anymore, okay?" She slowly lifted her hand, wrapping his waist tightly. She buried her face in his embrace, nodding gently, softly agreeing to a "yes." The distance between hearts is only a moment. Some hurtful things carve painful marks in each other’s hearts, but without breaking, there can be no establishing. Through adversity, only then can you understand the rarity, and know to cherish. In such quietness, they held each other for a long, long time. His coolness, through the fabric of their clothes, slowly and gently, passed over to her. Her body pressed firmly against his, feeling the warmth of his body temperature, while returning her own warmth to him. Between the twin brothers, there are similarities. Shujun is optimistic, not troubled by hatred, once flamboyant outside, innocent inside, but this innocence is also like a fire. Once always thought, Shu Yu had more thoughts, a darker heart, thought he and Yixuan were similar, some kind of sesame filled dumpling, Bai Qiehei. But later on, the truth was found, this person, the outside is white, the inside is black, yet the core is white again. He is equally pure-hearted, equally adoring, not holding onto trivial things, might get jealous over some matters, but skilled at self-regulation. He is generous, considerate of her, just the expression of love differs.