Listening to her cry, Fu Sinian felt like a cat scratching his heart.
He had never had such feelings in his heart.
Her crying made his heart ache, but he didn't know how to comfort her.
He could only gently pull her into his arms.
At this moment, Shi Qian did not want to worry about anything. She just wanted to vent her emotions. Only she knew what kind of torture she had experienced.
After a while, she regained some of her composure. She looked up from Fu Sinian's arms and was embarrassed to see that his shirt was wet.
"I'm sorry, Young Master Fu. I dirtied your clothes."
She saw tissues on the service counter and turned to pull a few out to wipe them for him.
Fu Sinian held her wrist and stopped her. He pulled the tissue out of her hand and wiped the tears from her face.
Shi Qian looked at him blankly.
His movements were gentle, as if he were treating some precious treasure.
