Chapter 31

　　His face moved, like a kitten rubbing against the palm of his owner. Calvin only felt warm tears falling on his palm, they were hot and they burned their way into his heart.

Teardrops fell from Quinn\'s eyes.

He could hardly believe it.

So many times before, he thought that this person was clearly at the end of the road, and yet he didn\'t cry. Even in the cemetery that day, he watched Yanna\'s burial with his own eyes, and although his eyes were red, he still didn\'t cry.

Today... what happened to him?

The rage in Calvin\'s heart was extinguished by Quinn\'s cold tears. He even dared not act rashly. He could only squat down with his hands raised and looked at Quinn\'s face.

He couldn\'t tell that he had cried, but his familiar brows were frowned.

Quinn grasped Calvin\'s hand and smelled the usual sandalwood fragrance on his body.

He thought about it, and felt that this dream was too real.

Calvin stared