Li Xueyue's throat went dry with his words. She didn't think he was observing her to such an extent. He knew of her childhood, yet, he continued to ask sensitive questions that forced her fears to the forefront of her mind.
Everything she wanted to bury away had resurfaced—her inability to trust people, to open up, and to tell people anything.
Li Xueyue didn't realize a drop of tear had escaped, not until he stepped forward and stroked the other one that fell. It didn't take long for the rain to become a storm. And droplets of tear fell, one after the other.
"What should I do with you?" he softly whispered, embracing her without hesitation.
His arms came around her yet again, one on the back of her head, and the other upon her shoulder.
"You bottle every emotion until the glass shatters and you're left a crying mess," Yu Zhen muttered. "I knew it would be like this."
