Author: Rewriting this chapter. Didn't notice the repetition from the previous chapter.
With a slight tilt, he asked, "You have quite a character. If you didn't, no matter how interesting you were, you would have joined the party in the lake of bones. So tell me. Why do you feel you aren't a strong girl? Is it the tears," he said, bringing up his hand to catch one of the tears that had caught in her lower lash.
"Tears don't show you are weak. Tears can't amount if the person is strong or weak. That is utterly ridiculous. Let me tell you something," he said, leaning forward, he blew air on her forehead that her closing her eyes with the way he tried to soothe her. The liquid that he had applied a few moments ago was still in the process of drying, with the breath of his her skin felt cold, "When I was a little boy, I cried a lot."
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