Huang Yize caressed Yun Bilu's eyes and said, "What a silly girl. Why are you so mature?"
He would rather that she cry it all out and cry in front of him. At least she could vent some of her emotions then. He was really afraid that if she kept putting up a strong front like this, she would snap just like a taut string someday.
"I knew that crying wouldn't solve the problem since young, so I try my best not to cry. If I cry, the people I love will feel sad. If I smile, the people I love will feel a little better." Yun Bilu remembered that when she lost her parents when they were young, she had also cried out of fear before. Her elder sister would always hug her sadly and cry together with her whenever she did.
