Pulling out a tissue, he carefully wiped the tears off her face. Shen Mosheng's gaze fell on the thick cast on her leg. His brows furrowed, his tone filled with distress.
"Yingying, I'm sorry. I failed to protect you."
"You weren't there. It's not your fault."
"At the scene?" Mosheng murmured thoughtfully, a contemplative gleam flashing in his eyes.
"Yingying, I should be going," Fu Yingjun said, his voice a mixture of many emotions.
Yingying didn't cry when she was bullied, didn't cry when she fell down the stairs, and also didn't cry while getting the cast.
But upon Mosheng's arrival, she cried unbridled.
Yingying, she had already treated him like an outsider and Mosheng like one of her own, hadn't she?
"So you're still here." Mosheng stood up, approached him, his expression cold, "If I were you, I would have left quietly without making my presence felt, not knowing when to quit."
