When Ning Ke was a teenager, he had failed his audition for the Central Academy of Drama because he drew a crying scene and could not shed a single tear, missing his chance to pursue his dream.
His physiological limitation was that he found it very difficult to cry.
Now, after a long sleep, the tears came whenever he wanted. Ning Ke could hardly contain his excitement.
After all, crying scenes were his only weakness. Once he mastered them, this audition would be a sure thing!
He had to remember this feeling right away.
Heartache, trembling.
Yes, he needed to control his breathing, too!
Facing the bathroom mirror, Ning Ke lowered his eyes, his hair falling forward. He braced his hands against the sink, his shoulders trembling slightly. When he looked up again, those foxlike eyes, usually curved with a smile, were already wet with tears.
The corners of his eyes were red. Deliberately controlling his tears, Ning Ke let them slide down one by one.
They struck the sides of the sink, splashing into tiny droplets.
The young man's lips drooped slightly. He looked so fragile that anyone would want to cherish him.
But the next instant, Ning Ke straightened his lips, a fierce edge gathering in his expression. Though he was still crying, the feeling was entirely different.
It was like watching a strong-willed person cry for the first time. Heartbreaking, yet his unwavering resolve and formidable presence were still clear.
Then Ning Ke suddenly smiled, his slender hand stroking his cheek. A soul-stealing gleam lurked in his eyes, even as tears clung to their corners.
He was the very picture of a dangerously obsessive lover!
Ning Xiao stood in the open bathroom doorway and watched the whole thing.
Ning Ke turned his head and met her gaze.