Looking at Xiao Qing, who was fighting back tears, Song Yun tenderly pulled her into his embrace and said, "If you want to cry, just let it out. Holding it in your heart isn't good."
This acted like a catalyst, and as soon as Song Yun spoke, Xiao Qing started to sob loudly in his arms, "The rest of you go about your business, I'll have a good talk with Xiaoqing here."
"Alright, you comfort Xiaoqing a bit more," Li Shishi said before taking Qingluan out of the room.
Song Yun and Xiao Qing sat on the sofa, and Song Yun, holding her chin up with his hand, smiled and said, "It's alright, it's good to cry out everything. You must never keep things bottled up inside, it can cause problems."
"Song... Senior Brother Song, do you think I'm very foolish?" Xiao Qing choked up. "I knew that my family would never agree to let me marry, but I kept foolishly hoping they would understand me."
