Duan Xinya's heart ached seeing him like that. She was just a few years older than her nephew but she had watched him grow up. That child had always been strong and resilient.
This was her first time seeing him so fragile, and it made her heart ache. It looked as though he had been abandoned by the entire world.
"Yanhao, Yaoyao will be fine. Don't be too sad." Duan Xinya sighed and gently patted his back.
Duan Yanhao shuddered but remained in that position.
"Yanhao, trust me. You and Yaoyao had been through so much to be together. Things will be fine this time too."
Duan Yanhao still didn't budge. Duan Xinya pulled his hand and to her surprise, she felt dampness on her hand. She finally realized. Was Yanhao… Crying?
Duan Xinya was in disbelief, and she had no idea how to respond.
She knew her nephew well. He never ever cried. She really couldn't believe it.
