Mo Qiansu had never been one to cry easily, but recently, it was as though her world was engulfed in a relentless downpour that her tears, like the rain, would not cease to flow.
Jing Chen sat beside her, his gaze falling on the marriage registration form in front of her, now damp with tears, feeling a bitter pain in his heart.
He kept her company silently for a while, seeing that her mood showed no signs of improvement. He spoke softly to comfort her, "Ranran, stop crying. Your eyes will swell and you won't look pretty."
"Everything will get better, trust me."
Mo Qiansu slowly raised her head, looking at the man beside her.
Jing Chen's voice sounded the same as usual, but his face now bore a heaviness that hadn't been there before.
And at that moment, Jing Chen was gazing at her just as intently.
Mo Qiansu's cheeks were soaked with tears, and her beautiful eyes were red and swollen from crying. Nevertheless, she did not look ugly, but instead, more pitiful and endearing.