"Don't be sad. If this skirt is ruined, it's ruined. I've seen another one that would suit you even better," Xu Ke gently patted Lin Mengyao's back to comfort her.
"It's not the same," Lin Mengyao shook her head, biting her lower lip tightly, then said.
"I never thought I'd see it for the first time under such circumstances, disappointing your intentions. I didn't even get to wear it once."
Xu Ke saw a crystalline tear swiftly fall from the corner of Lin Mengyao's eye onto the long skirt. Xu Ke's heart ached and tingled. He suddenly pulled Lin Mengyao into his arms without any warning, letting out a satisfied sigh.
"Mengyao, how can you make me like you so much?" Xu Ke held Lin Mengyao tightly, suppressing all her struggles in his embrace, not heeding her words like 'let me go.' He just held her tightly and gently whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, "I will stand up for you and teach them a lesson, so don't be sad because of them, okay?"
