She does not cry or make a fuss, very quiet, very quiet.
Such an appearance of Xu Chaomu made Shen Chi feel more compassion and pain, and his heart grew heavier with sorrow.
Shen Chi stroked her long hair, softly saying, "Mumu, about this matter, let me explain it to you slowly, alright?"
This time, Xu Chaomu did not speak but reached out with both arms, embracing Shen Chi's neck, burying her head in his chest.
His chest was as warm as ever, that familiar scent settling her heart considerably.
She silently flung herself into his embrace, keeping silent.
Shen Chi stroked her hair, whispering, "If you're too upset, let it out. You can hit me, bite me, whatever works for you."
Shen Chi knew she was upset but couldn't cry.
He had even imagined many times what Xu Chaomu's emotional state would be upon learning of the matter, but this strong version of Xu Chaomu was something he hadn't expected.