Ning Xia nestled into the warm embrace and cried out loud again.
She was not one to cry easily, and she hated crying, but when a person was truly heartbroken, tears simply couldn't be stopped.
That type of despair, when all beliefs collapsed, and the path ahead seemed engulfed in darkness, felt like millions of sharp blades stabbing inside her body, making her almost wish for death.
Bo Siyan closed his eyes, took a breath, and his thin lips moved slightly, "Ning Xia, I will allow you to cry this one time, do you hear me?"
If that man couldn't appreciate her, then he didn't deserve Ning Xia's love.
Ning Xia cried with a choking sound, not knowing whether she heard him or not.
Afterward, Siyan didn't speak anymore, just quietly accompanying her, patting her back gently with his large palm, helping her to breathe through it.
