Wen Xian had a complete emotional outburst in his arms, showing him the most embarrassing and vulnerable side of herself.
For twenty-four years, she had never been like this in front of anyone. All her physical pain and spiritual despair were like shattered teeth covered in blood that she had to forcefully swallow down into her own stomach, bearing it all alone.
But now—
When Wen Xian finally eased away from his embrace after an indeterminate amount of crying, she looked at the tear and snot stains on his clothes, her eyes red and still hiccupping occasionally, and said hoarsely, "Lu, Lu Xiao, I'm sorry, I've dirtied your clothes."
Lu Xiao looked down at her, watching her reddened eyes and the tip of her little red nose. He lifted his hand and gently wiped the tear streaks from her face, humming softly, "It's okay."
