Cheng Weiyue had just managed not to show her emotions in front of Lin Xuansu, but now they spilled out, her voice trembling, choked with a hint of sobbing, "Jingwei, Auntie is really pitiable, why does she have to bear all this?"
These burdens were not meant for one person to bear.
Too heavy, destined to walk through life shackled.
In Zhou Jingwei's eyes lay a deep, dull ache as he gently patted Cheng Weiyue's back, his touch becoming more tender, "Stop crying, it makes your eyes hurt."
Only after Cheng Weiyue's emotions had calmed down did Zhou Jingwei say, "I'll go in and see her."
Cheng Weiyue agreed, but didn't forget to remind him, "Spend more time with Auntie."
Zhou Jingwei kissed Cheng Weiyue's forehead and murmured his agreement in a low voice.
Meanwhile, in the room, when Lin Xuansu saw Zhou Jingwei come in, her smile was faint, "You've come."
