"But I beg you to give me hope, even just a little bit."
Su Junxin's breath hitched, her heart suddenly cramped with pain.
She raised her hand to cover her eyes, remaining silent.
Qin You took light steps towards her, sitting down in front of her.
"Junxin, I understand. You bear the weight of unimaginable responsibility on your shoulders. Your heart is filled with many sorrows that you can't articulate... Although I can't truly empathize, I can understand. I can do my best to share your worries. You don't always have to struggle to be strong. It's okay to be weak occasionally; no one would blame you."
His palm was warm, holding her hand, enveloping it tightly, his touch gentle as if holding something precious.
Su Junxin felt the sting of tears, her nose turned sour, a tear slipped passed her guard and fell.
She turned her face away subconsciously, but a big hand gently cradled the back of her head, leaning her head into the hollow of his neck.
