Lixue was still trying to compose herself as she made her way to the elevator, wiping away the remnants of her tears. The weight of everything she'd just shared with her mother hung heavily on her, and she felt a little lighter yet exhausted. As the elevator doors opened, she wasn't expecting to see him—Mo Ran.
Her breath caught as he stepped forward, his expression filled with concern, his eyes scanning her face for any sign of distress.
"Lixue, what's wrong? Why are you crying? Who hurt you? Tell me, and I'll take care of them…"
Before she could say a word, Mo Ran had pulled her into a gentle embrace, his hands moving instinctively to wipe the tears from her cheeks. Lixue froze for a moment, caught off guard by his sudden appearance, but her lips curled into a faint, shaky smile. She couldn't help it—his concern was so unexpected, so genuine, that she found herself laughing lightly through her tears.
