Ten minutes later, Bai Zhiqing changed into a fitted women's suit and walked out of the resting room, her gaze involuntarily falling on Lu Tianxing, who was sitting on the sofa.
At that moment, Lu Tianxing radiated a touch of sadness, like a wounded beast licking its wounds alone in a corner, tears streaming down, utterly out of place in the surrounding space.
Softly, by Lu Tianxing's side, Bai Zhiqing could distinctly feel the indescribable pain in his eyes. This pain made her heart tremble uncontrollably.
She had never seen Lu Tianxing in such agony, a pain that seeped into the marrow, indescribable with words, yet Bai Zhiqing could empathize so deeply that her own heart ached, a heart-wrenching pain. She wished she could hold Lu Tianxing in her arms and comfort him.
At this very moment, even Bai Zhiqing herself hadn't realized how much more she cared about Lu Tianxing, not wanting to see him unhappy.
