Li Muyang had never expected that this always aloof and indifferent Law Enforcement Elder would cry in front of him.
His hand gently caressed the woman's cheek, tenderly wiping away her tears.
The careful movement seemed like he was touching a delicately fragile piece of art.
The woman grabbed the back of his hand, stubborn and angry as she looked up at him, refusing to shift her gaze away.
Their eyes met, and large tears kept rolling down Yan Xiaoru's face.
The more Li Muyang wiped, the more tears the woman shed.
Eventually, his fingers were completely wet, but she still wouldn't look away.
Tears streaming down her face, she looked at Li Muyang, evidently so delicate and yet stubbornly refusing to back down.
Watching her like this, Li Muyang let out a soft sigh.
"Elder Yan..."
Li Muyang gently called out to her, saying earnestly, "Whether you believe it or not, I truly did not mean to insult you, nor did I have any intention of taking advantage of you."
