Jiang Su looked at her overflowing moist eyes, bowed his head, and gave a gentle kiss, "Don't cry, Wei Bao."
"I'm not upset."
The tears streamed down Lin Wei's face.
He spoke very gently, like soothing a child. However, he didn't realize that every word he said was like a knife cutting through her flesh.
She didn't want to cry in front of him, but her grief was so overwhelming that she couldn't hold back her tears.
Jiang Su silently wiped her tears with his fingertips. Seeing her crying uncontrollably, he sighed lightly, placed her head on his shoulder, held her lightly in his arms, and gently patted her back, "Good girl, don't cry anymore."
Lin Wei opened her mouth, but not a single word came out. Clinging onto Jiang Su's clothes, she cried even harder.
She hadn't felt such pain and sorrow since her mother left.
She felt as though she was being tortured, pain echoing all over her body.
She initially wanted to comfort him, but ironically ended up reopening his old wounds.