Xia Micheng nodded her head. “Yes... Mr. Lu, I’m here...”
Raising his hand slowly, he wanted to wipe off her tears.
But he didn't have any strength. His hand stopped in the air before he could reach to touch her face.
Just when his hand was about to fall, Xia Micheng quickly caught it and placed it on her face which was fully covered by her tears. Her wet eyelashes moved downward as she pressed her cheek against his palm, rubbing it gently and affectionately.