Ye Chuyi was completely unable to control her tears as they fell in large droplets, landing on Sheng Tingyuan's hands.
While wiping his hands, she apologized, "I'm sorry..."
Sheng Tingyuan wrapped his arms around her shoulder and pressed her into his embrace, "There's no need to apologize. Wasn't it me who willingly transferred the money? It has nothing to do with you. It's my loss, not yours, so your magic for good luck on rainy days hasn't disappeared."
"And besides, how do you know that this is definitely a bad thing?"
"It might also be a good thing, it's just that you don't know where the good part lies yet."
"Stop crying, okay?"
When Ye Chuyi was embraced by him, she tensed up.
From her childhood to adulthood, no one had ever held her this way, and for the first time in her life, she felt the warmth and solidity of an embrace.
She was somewhat at a loss, yet reluctant to leave such warmth.
