"So that's how it is."
After listening to Wen Rou's story, Mu Jinyu couldn't help feeling a renewed sense of pity for this girl who appeared fragile on the outside yet was so strong inside.
Compared to her, his own misfortunes, which he once thought were severe, didn't seem too tragic after all.
After all, though he lost his parents at a young age, he had a master who treated him well and raised him, as well as a cold-on-the-outside but warm-on-the-inside junior.
He never had too many worries, nor had he suffered any grievances.
Compared to Wen Rou, his upbringing was indeed very warm.
Mu Jinyu pulled out a tissue and handed it to Wen Rou.
Wen Rou took it, said "thank you," and began wiping the tears and the redness from her eyes.
All these matters had been weighing on the heart of a girl who was just in her twenties, making her feel like she couldn't breathe. Now that she had poured her heart out to Mu Jinyu and had a good cry, Wen Rou immediately felt less burdened.
