Cheng Weiyue was helped into the car by Zhou Jingwei, her gaze a bit vacant. After a long moment, she suddenly covered her face and burst into tears.
Zhou Jingwei took out a handkerchief and wiped her tears for her.
For a long time, only her muffled crying could be heard in the car.
Her emotions were on the verge of collapse, Zhou Jingwei knew.
How could someone not be affected after experiencing two life-and-death separations in a short period of time, and remain indifferent?
Zhou Jingwei gently wiped her tears away, bit by bit, without saying a word, just remaining silent.
"I... I've clearly been trying so hard... trying so hard to come up with a solution," Cheng Weiyue's nose and face were both flushed red, she sobbed for a good while, barely managing to speak, still without a proper tone: "Why would something like this happen? I feel like I've messed up everything I've done."
