Mo Xiuchen's eyes flickered as he saw her crying so painfully. He pressed his lips tightly together and held her firmly in his arms, soothing her gently in a soft voice. "Ranran, it's not your fault, really, it's not your fault."
As fierce as Wen Ran's fear was in her heart, so were the tears that flowed copiously down her cheeks. Every time she envisioned how Xiaoxiao had been flung and fallen from mid-air, her heart ached so intensely that she could hardly breathe.
How could they not blame her?
Even if they didn't blame her, she blamed herself.
"Ranran, listen to me, Xiaoxiao won't get hurt."
He wanted to wipe her tears dry, but he dared not hold too tightly. When Bai Xiaoxiao had pushed her away and she had fallen to the ground, half of her face had been scraped; the tears streaming down her face must have caused terrible pain.
Yet, she was numb to the pain. The physical pain was trivial compared to the agony in her heart.
"Really?"
