Looking at Basil Jaak, Bertha suddenly burst into tears like falling rain.
She sobbed silently, her tears streaming down continuously.
"What's wrong? Why are you suddenly crying?"
Basil Jaak looked at Bertha, momentarily at a loss for words.
If it were another girl, like Yetta Astir or Xenia Wendleton, Basil could playfully tease them to cheer them up.
But now, standing in front of him was the always serious and cold Bertha, who had never cried before—or at least, Basil had never seen her cry. So, when he saw tears rolling down Bertha's face, Basil froze.
"Did you not sleep at all last night?"
Bertha looked at Basil and said, "How foolish of me. Your cultivation and combat strength aren't as good as mine. If I feel cold, then how could you not? Without the snow pearl, you could also get frostbitten!"
"Haha, you're overthinking it… Look, I'm fine."
Basil chuckled and waved his arms, trying to act as though he was perfectly okay.
"Don't lie to me…"
Thud!
