Once she gradually stopped crying, he gently asked, "What's wrong? Did someone wrong you?"
She remained buried in his chest, refusing to lift her head or speak.
"Cervini?" he called softly.
Finally, she looked up, tears still lingering on her face: "It's nothing… I just… I just miss Dad…" The mist gathered again in her eyes.
Suddenly, he smiled, lifted her face, and looked at her intently: "Silly girl… If you miss him, we can go visit him at the cemetery tomorrow…"
Cervini looked at his slightly smiling face, at Daniel, and his gentle gaze made her feel dazed. She didn't know how much of his demeanor was genuine and how much was false.
Regardless of truth or falsehood, she no longer cared…
That night, Cervini tossed and turned, unable to sleep. There was a concern in her heart that she couldn't shake off. Although she had spoken so ruthlessly, she still couldn't let go.
