He held her waist with one hand and pressed the back of her head with the other, his voice falling by her ear: "Kaitlyn Webb, it was you, it was you who sent the message that day!..."
He suddenly remembered that day at the hotel entrance, as if someone was watching him, so he asked her again, "You saw me outside the hotel that day, didn't you!?"
Kaitlyn Webb nodded heavily, her face buried in his chest, tears quickly soaking through the shirt on his chest.
"Don't cry..." Morgan Benson gently stroked her hair, held her for a moment, then lifted her chin, wiping the tears from her cheeks with his fingertips, "Don't cry, or you'll turn into a little crying kitten..."
With just these words, he finally made Kaitlyn Webb laugh. She raised her hand to wipe away the tears: "Brother Morgan, you're just the same as before, you haven't changed at all!"
Before, every time she cried, he would always tell various jokes to make her laugh, and she still remembered it so clearly.
