Lu Fenying had never seen Mo Qian'er like this before. She cried at the top of her lungs, and it was as if there was a raging river flowing out of her body.
Her face was scrunched up with tears and red from crying.
Shrill and helpless wails were torn from her throat.
Lu Fenying didn't know that a woman could cry so hard. Her face was covered in tears, and her throat was almost hoarse.
It wasn't that he had never seen a woman cry before. Su Muwei loved to cry the most. She would hug him and cry every time. Sometimes, she didn't even shed tears.
He had never regarded Su Muwei's tears as real. In his eyes, Su Muwei was just a child pretending to cry when she wasn't satisfied. As long as she was satisfied, she would stop.
Su Muwei didn't have high demands, so he was more than willing to satisfy them rather than hear her cry.
But the way Mo Qian'er cried was different. She was so helpless, as if she would disappear at any moment.
