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She was crying so helplessly, as if she was full of grievances and distress, with nowhere to go, and no one to confide in. Her bare, sexy shoulders were trembling persistently under her sobs. Tears dripped down, wetting Yves King's shirt.
"Alright, take a rest if you feel tired," Yves King said to her softly, in a husky yet gentle voice, "Relax, things may not be as tiring as you think."
"Hmm~" A feeling of warmth from Yves King touched her heart. Her head, leaning on his shoulder, nodded heavily. Like a docile child. Especially when he gently caressed her back, patting it gently, as if comforting a small child.
This kind of situation was only possible in her dreams. At this moment, an intense feeling of happiness rushed to her heart. The force from Yves King dispelled the darkness in her heart, and cleared away the gloomy haze. It was warm, comforting.
