Hua Jin was one step ahead of him, though, and sat next to the woman while gently putting his arm around hers.
"Don't be sad…"
He could not bear to see her cry; at the same time, he felt wronged for her, too.
It was impossible to imagine having a man as insolent as her husband.
He could feel pain throbbing disturbingly at his wound site, but he could not care less, especially not when she was crying buckets of tears in front of him.
He did not like to see her crying. Her beautiful pair of eyes, which looked prettier when smiling, was now red and swollen from her tears.
As he held her in his arms, he told her half-jestingly, "Shishi, I'll be in tears, too if you don't stop crying."
Just as he finished his statement, tears started to roll down his cheeks.
The woman did not seem to hear him as she continued to sob with her palms covering her face; warm droplets of tears would not stop streaming down her face.
