The car door was shut, and Zhou Jingwei held her tighter in his embrace.
He used a handkerchief to wipe away the tears on her face, his voice hoarse but gentle with a sigh, "You've been wronged."
Cheng Weiyue finally managed to stop crying.
Her gaze became very quiet, the mist in her eyes not yet dispersed, she looked at the watermarks on his clothes, a touch of unease, "I'm sorry..."
"Weiyue, you should indeed apologize, but not for just now."
Zhou Jingwei's eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses were dark and deep, harboring unreleased complex emotions, "Everyone should be allowed to vent for fading emotions, but as I said before, it should not come at the cost of harming your body."
Cheng Weiyue opened her mouth, unsure of what to say.
The Zhou Jingwei before her, compared to the man who had silently endured all her emotions just now, was like a completely different person.
