Suddenly, Ye Lu slightly turned her head, and from Third Young Master Jun's angle, he could clearly see a tear sliding down the side of her face, exuding a sense of lonely desolation and helplessness.
His heart clenched painfully; why was she crying, and so sorrowfully at that?
Despite not crying out loud or showing signs of breaking down, it was just a single tear, yet he felt her profound heartache and a deep sense of loneliness as if she were a child abandoned by everyone to face a hopeless plight.
He couldn't bear to see her so sad, that helpless expression on her face.
He suddenly stood up and strode out of the private box.
Ignoring Su Feiman's cold, stern gaze.
He knew he could never hide his feelings, unless he could continue sitting here, indifferent, even if it meant watching her in pain without a care. In that case, the godfather would not be able to exploit his weakness.
But true emotions couldn't be hidden.
