Wen Lanfeng raised his face as high as he could, unwilling to let the tears in the hollows of his face fall. Nor did he want Lu Yanqing to see them...
Yes. Lu Yanqing truly did not see them now. She was burning with anxiety, her only thought being how to heal Wen Lanfeng. She took out a set of instruments from her storage pouch, pricked Wen Lanfeng's finger with a silver needle, and began doing something that, to Yue Qianchou, looked almost like self-mutilation.
Yet Lu Yanqing not seeing them did not mean no one else did. That head, raised higher and higher, faced the sunlight, making the tear tracks and droplets on his face ever more conspicuous, gleaming brightly. Against that dry, dark face, they appeared so crystalline and translucent—just like his feelings for Lu Yanqing, pure and clear, without the slightest impurity...
Anyone who saw Wen Lanfeng like this would have been moved. Hundred Charm Demoness and Yan Yu could no longer bear to watch. They quietly turned away and wept in secret. The tears streaming from their eyes were far more vigorous than Wen Lanfeng's. Their hands kept wiping, yet could not wipe them dry...
The men stood speechless. It was as though, at this moment, they understood many things they had never understood before. The bitterness contained in those two clear tear tracks was beyond any outsider's comprehension. Which of those present had not once mocked Wen Lanfeng in their hearts? But those two tear tracks made everyone understand that Wen Lanfeng was not foolish. He knew what ridicule and mockery were. He knew that outsiders saw him as an idiot. Yet he loved more steadfastly than anyone, more purely than anyone, more thoroughly than anyone, guarding his true love with unswerving devotion...
He would