Lin Zhiyun, who was squatting in the corner, was silently crying. Lonely and helpless, Yang Ming's heart felt like it was hit by a big hammer, and it twitched abruptly.
"Zhiyun!" Yang Ming also couldn't take care of so much. He hastened his steps, quickly came to the bathroom and pushed the door open. "Zhiyun, what happened to you?"
Yang Ming picked Lin Zhiyun up and wrapped her body in a bathrobe. He walked quickly to the bed and gently placed Lin Zhiyun on it. Yang Ming was behind her, holding her.
"Why are you crying this time?" Yang Ming gently stroked Lin Zhiyun's clean skin and softened his voice.
"After going back, I will explain to my parents... During this time, I'm sorry to trouble you..." Lin Zhiyun hesitated and whispered.
"What explanation? What do you want to explain?" Yang Ming faintly felt that there was something wrong in Lin Zhiyun's words.
