Zhou Yinghuai looked at her in a pitiful state, a sense of helplessness and suppressed heartache flashing across his eyes.
It was a pity though, for it was too subtle and indiscernible to Jiang Tan.
All she did was cry, and when she couldn't anymore, she walked in front of Zhou Yinghuai, with a face awash in tears, and threw herself into his arms.
It was like she finally found security at that moment. She clung to him like a child, clutching his suit, her sobs rendering her unable to speak clearly.
She said, "Zhou Yinghuai... I thought... I thought you didn't want me anymore."
Zhou Yinghuai thought to himself that he ought to be a man of steel.
But even a man of steel couldn't bear to see Jiang Tan in such a state of distress.
He held her, as if holding delicate porcelain, not daring to apply any force, he soothed her gently, whispering, "You must be terrified. Don't worry, I'll take you home."
