Jiang Ruolan lay in his arms and cried for a moment, not realizing that her tears and snot had wet Xian Zihao's shirt. She suddenly felt strange because before this, if she had told the past story, she wouldn't have sobbed like this. Perhaps it was because, finally, there was someone who would hug her and be able to make her cry without caring about anything else.
Jiang Ruolan only wanted to cry, and all she wanted to do was tell Xian Zihao all her grievances. Finally, she stopped crying, Jiang Ruolan wiped away her tears with her hand and lifted her walnut-like eyes to look eagerly at Xian Zihao.
He was hugging her from the beginning until the end, allowing her to cry and vent her emotions. Jiang Ruolan wiped her eyes again. Her voice hoarse with sobs, and she said in an aggrieved voice, "Are they gone?"
