Shen Yanhe was barely over twenty years old.
Struggling alone for so many years, she had only become a bit stronger, not invincible.
She would feel sad, worried, and stressed.
In the past, she endured hardships without anyone to confide in, but now, being held gently in someone's embrace and comforted so tenderly...
She could no longer control her emotions.
Once the floodgates of her tears opened, they couldn't be stopped.
Yet, she didn't even dare to cry out loud; she bit her lip tightly, holding back the sobs that threatened to escape.
Feeling the dampness on his shoulder and hearing the girl's choked and helpless words...
Fu Yanhe's eyes darkened further; he tightened his arms around her resilient waist, silently turned his head, and kissed her hair.
His voice was deep and steady, filled with a strong sense of security, "I'm here."
Shen Yanhe's tears fell even more.
