Jiuer cried so hard that her lungs were torn apart. She hugged Jiang Hao and held his clothes tightly, fearing that everything would turn out to be fake if she let go. She didn't want to return to the fear and darkness before.
Jiang Hao hugged Jiuer and kept patting her back, letting her cry freely.
She was just a woman, she was only eighteen years old.
During this period, she had experienced too many things and too much suffering.