Shen Jun was not one to exhibit tenderness or concern towards women. In the presence of anyone else, he might not have spared them a glance before pivoting to depart. However, Jiang Chun had once come to his aid during his youth. Their bond, forged through life-and-death experiences, compelled him to pause.
Observing that Shen Jun hadn't immediately left, Jiang Chun hastened her steps. "Shen Jun, I knew you wouldn't be able to ignore me."
Her voice trembled, and a solitary tear traced the edge of her eye. She gazed at Shen Jun with tearful eyes, a blend of grievance and elation evident in her gaze.
Had it been anyone else in her presence, they would have extended comfort long ago. However, Shen Jun met her with a frigid tone. "What's the matter?"
