"Qing Wu…" Chu Yang tightly hugged her soft body. His voice was quite hoarse since he was trembling in the bottom of his heart. In fact, it seemed that the voice of his soul had trembled and called out this name.
Mo Qingwu buried her delicate head into Chu Yang's bosom. She tried her best to control herself. She didn't want to cry out loud, but the look on her face had turned into an extremely sad one. And, her tears silently streamed down her face.
She started to choke on her emotions, and even felt somewhat dizzy.
Chu Yang felt the cloth on his chest rapidly soaking in Mo Qingwu's tears. And, the range of that soaking was rapidly expanding as well. Mo Qingwu's body gently shivered in his embrace. But, he didn't say a word. He firmly gritted his teeth, and held her in his embrace even more tightly.
[She must have gone through so much suffering this year, ah…]
[She needs to vent out her pent up emotions at this moment!]
