Plop.
Su Lu's tears tumbled from her eyes, leaving Bo Jingshen speechless.
He almost instantly understood why Zhao Ying, upon saying she never wanted to see Su Lu's tears again, would compromise, her eyes reddening, willing to let a man who once brought harm to her daughter, soothe and heal her daughter's wounds.
Because, seeing Su Lu's tears truly broke one's heart.
Su Lu hung her head slightly, rows of clear tears continuously slid down her cheeks, like floodgates had opened, non-stop, gathering at her chin, then drip-dropping downwards.
"Don't cry, don't cry. It's my fault," Bo Jingshen couldn't help himself, gently pulling her into his arms, "It's my fault, I was terribly wrong. I thought as long as I could withstand the sadness myself, as long as I could endure the long-lasting yearning it would be okay. I didn't realize it would hurt you so much..."
Su Lu was pressed against his chest, as if igniting all of her grievances, she cried out loud.
