"Sweetie, don't cry! I'm here with you!"
Xiao Chifeng isn't one for empty comforting words. He just wants to hold her tightly, to share his warmth with her, to let her rest safely in his embrace, to ward off the feelings of uncertainty and loneliness.
He had known, early on, that she was bound to feel guilt and self-blame over Gong Cen's death.
At first, he felt strangely grateful for her memory loss.
But he didn't expect that her memory would return so soon.
Seeing Qingcong so distressed, so heartbroken, so inconsolable, Xiao Chifeng's heart ached. He gently brushed away her tears and continued to comfort her, "Sweetie, don't cry! I'm here...."
Yet she continued to cry, tears flowing like a ceaseless stream, causing his heart to clench in pain.
Xiao Chifeng simply picked her up and carried her to the black Cadillac that had been waiting nearby. He ducked his head and got into the car.
As soon as he was in, the bodyguards quickly shut the car door.
