Mo Shiqian's further actions had caused her discomfort and displeasure, his arms encircling her waist and pressing her body tightly against his chest.
Kissing her lips, face, and hair.
Chi Huan knew he had misunderstood, but didn't explain.
Because there was no way to explain.
Otherwise, what could she tell him she was crying about?
He held her and whispered words of comfort, while her hands clutched at the clothes on his chest, her previously silent tears unnoticed by even herself turned into an uncontrollable outburst of crying.
It wasn't a release of emotion, but a complete loss of emotional control.
Unable to hold back.
It wasn't that Chi Huan had never cried before, her number of times wasn't less than other women, nor was it more, but she rarely did so like this.
How one cries differs from another, it's hard to accurately describe.
But this difference could be felt.
