Feeling wronged? Of course!
Sad? Also, of course!
Heartbroken? Even more so!
If she had never liked him, perhaps she could have just smiled and let it go; after all, he was just a man she didn't love, and no matter what he did, he wouldn't be able to hurt her. But unfortunately, she liked this man, even deeply loved him.
So she couldn't easily let go.
Tears rolled down, splashing onto the back of the man's hand, quickly forming a wet patch.
Leng Youchen's hand tensed as he stared blankly at the increasing dampness on his hand, feeling a dull ache in his chest—he had made her cry. She had always been strong, didn't shed a tear even when she hurt her leg and he ignored her for several days.
But at this moment, she was crying like a child made entirely of tears.
Not like other women who wail until they're hoarse. She cried silently, her tears falling heavily, perhaps so heartbroken that she couldn't even make a sound.
