Watching Ling Miaomiao cry her eyes out, Han Xiaoxu slightly clenched his fists tighter; for some reason, even knowing she was pretending, the sight of the girl crying like that stirred an impulse within him to tear apart the one who had bullied her; he found himself wishing she were crying in his arms instead.
Good heavens! Han Xiaoxu suddenly slapped his forehead; a sense of alarm flooded him as he wondered how he could harbor such thoughts, could he be sick? It seemed likely that his disorientation stemmed from the beating he had just received from Tang Si.
Subconsciously shaking his head, he knew he needed to clear his mind.
...
Gently patting Ling Miaomiao's back with one hand, a trace of helplessness flickered through Ling Xi's heart. This girl was really going all out with her act, crying to the point of spasms.
But...
