She had just turned her head when she saw Su Huai with his eyes tightly shut, pressing his cheek firmly against her shoulder.
What sort of expression was that?
On his distinctively angular brow, a thick, straight eyebrow slanted into his temples, yet the brow was furrowed tightly.
What should have been an extremely arrogant and lively visage was, at this moment, revealing a heart-wrenchingly fragile side.
His eyes were tightly closed, his long eyelashes gently resting on his lower eyelids, remnants of tears broken into specks, extending out into tear stains on both sides.
His evenly full lips were pursed into a line, stubbornly masking the sadness.
The room's ceiling light was half-blocked by her, casting mottled shadows across the boy's smooth face.
At that moment, Pei Shuyu's heart nearly melted.
She had never seen a man stronger than Su Huai.
Now, this strong man needed me.
