"Don't cry."
Suddenly, a gentle voice sounded beside her ear, and a pair of large hands comfortably rested on her delicate shoulders.
Nanrong Wanqing was momentarily startled, turning her head to look at the newcomer, only to see a remarkably handsome man standing behind her, his eyes filled with a hint of pity and tenderness.
She gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, composed herself, and asked, "How did you get here?"
"Such a big incident has occurred in the Nanrong family; of course, I had to come and see you. Wanqing, I know you are suffering now. Believe me, I will stay with you and help you through this difficult time."
Looking at Nanrong Yong lying unconscious on the bed, a sour feeling surged in Nanrong Wanqing's heart, her eyes reddening as she said, "Zhu Hong, I'm scared... I'm really scared..."
