Lu Zhanxing was a bit agitated, feeling guilty and self-blaming, "Sister, it was my mistake."
"I've forgiven you."
Qiao Yun soothingly patted his shoulder, her voice small and seemingly a bit shy.
"Brother, don't cry."
"I'm not crying, you saw wrong," Lu Zhanxing's eyes were just a little red.
Qiao Yun nodded, "Mhm, I know."
"...No, you don't know, you don't believe at all."
"No, I do," Qiao Yun said with a serious look, her small face tense.
You see, I didn't lie.
Lu Zhanxing took a deep breath, "Alright, I am indeed a bit upset."
He thought he would treat his sister really well, really well, really well... for the rest of his life.
"If you're upset, just cry," Qiao Yun said, afraid that Lu Zhanxing would feel embarrassed, speaking understandingly, "I can pretend I didn't see it."
"Being upset doesn't mean you have to cry."
"But isn't crying what you do when you're upset?"
"..."