He dragged Xu Weilai into the bedroom.
…
Xu Weilai felt despair rushing at her from every corner and direction, engulfing her from within. She had never cried throughout any of Gu Yu's torments. But at that moment, she couldn't control her tears, and they gushed out all at once.
She didn't want Gu Yu to witness the state she was in, so she turned her face away from him and buried it in the pillow. She bit her lip hard to prevent herself from making a sound.
Gu Yu's hand inadvertently brushed against her face, and the wet sensation made his fingertip pause and tremble slightly.
He seemed to realize something, and, with his huge hand, he forcibly turned Xu Weilai's face toward himself. Her complexion was white and bloodless, and her eyes were swollen red from crying, even as tears continued to pour out unceasingly.
As he looked at her, he, strangely, felt as if someone had punched him in the gut, and he didn't move for a long while.
