All the wine was smashed, yet the little bride still managed to smile. Gu Ya looked at the little bride in his arms with a mix of helplessness and heartache, his large hand gently resting on the top of her head, his gaze tender.
"Yunjin, are you scared?" After the incident today, little bride as she was, Gu Ya just had to think about it to guess that Yunjin must have been frightened.
Scared she wasn't, for Su Yunjin hadn't even seen what those people looked like today. How could she be afraid? It was just that seeing her own hard-earned fruit wine smashed to pieces, Su Yunjin's heart bled at the moment, especially when she stepped outside and saw the ground littered with fruit wine and shards. That feeling of helplessness and resignation was something Su Yunjin had never experienced before.
Feeling aggrieved once more, Su Yunjin remained silent, holding Gu Ya a bit tighter. Gu Ya didn't know what the little bride was thinking,
