"I can't stop it," she said looking at him as if she was on the verge of collapsing.
Long Jie understood that she was trying to say that she couldn't stop crying.
But why was she crying? Did she know about the baby?
"Why?" He wanted to ask her directly but couldn't utter the exact word.
"I don't know, " she whispered. "But I don't want to cry either. It makes me feel like a weakling."
He caressed her face and brushed the tendrils of her hair off her face that was peeking out of the dressing on her head.
"You are anything but weak in my eyes, Zhenyi. Everything about your screams strength and bravery. Cry, Love, if you want to for whatever reason."
He smiled at her. "No questions asked."
