She pursed her lips and gave a soft hum in acknowledgment.
He sighed with a smile, "Are you afraid that I'll see and be overwhelmed by emotion?"
She didn't answer, but he knew he had hit the nail on the head.
"I'd rather you be a bit more selfish than always bearing the burden alone. You need to know I don't mind these things. When you're sad, you can't talk to others, afraid to show weakness, so you endure it alone, suppressing it alone... But we share the same pain, and I never intended to forget Shujun. On the contrary, I hope for someone to talk to me about her."
Afterwards, he leaned down and looked at her earnestly again.
"Human memory is fragile, and I don't need to forget, so you shouldn't have so many concerns."
She gazed up at him with a dazed expression, "But..."
But she didn't want her emotions to affect others, especially because she had seen how much pain he was in, and she was even less willing to prod at the raw, unhealed wound in his heart.
