But she couldn't tell him, nor dared to.
Seeing her cry again, crying even more sorrowfully, Rong Shaoze was instantly baffled, his hands and feet flustered.
"Xinlan, what's wrong?" he asked anxiously, wanting to pull her body away, but she clung to him tightly, struggling not to let go.
Rong Shaoze became even more frantic.
When had Lin Xinlan ever been so heartbroken, and her state was all because of him.
In his heart, a wave of annoyance surged, wishing he could slap himself.
Holding her, he gently stroked her back, kissing the top of her head while softly saying, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said your question was a boring one. From now on, you can ask me anything, no matter what it is, I swear, I'll answer you seriously."
"Okay, stop crying, will you?"
"Xinlan, hit me, scold me, please. I'm begging you, stop crying... Xinlan, if you keep crying, I'm going to cry too," Rong Shaoze said with a sense of helplessness and injustice.
