When Lyra Smith cried, she tried her best to suppress her sobs.
She just silently shed tears, the crystal clear drops rolled down her cheeks steadily.
The chill of the night breeze made her nose turn red, but she never allowed herself to make a sound of sobbing.
Anthony Young, broken-hearted, drew her closer to himself. Lyra didn't resist his actions, and naturally moved towards him. She was crying unstoppably, looking as delicate as a pear tree in the rain. He reached out to wipe away the tear marks on her cheeks and said, "Don't cry."
Her frail voice was like shattered glass, "I am trying very hard to change myself. I hope my mom and dad will come back for me, as well as my elder brothers. I don't want to be a child abandoned by adults. I love them so much. I wait for them to come back every day..."
Even though Anthony had decided not to say anything unnecessary.
He still lost to Lyra's vulnerability at this moment.
