Chongchong was choking back sobs and couldn't speak. She raised her arms and wrapped them around his neck, sobbing softly in his embrace.
"Chongchong, I... I'm really sorry." He raised his palm, wanting to comfort her, but hesitated, "I... all I said earlier were spoken in anger. If you... if you really like someone, you... you can like him as much as you want. But if he treats you badly or... bullies you, I won't let him off..."
With her face resting against his neck, hearing his words, Chongchong's tears flowed even more fiercely.
"Big dummy!"
"I am a dummy, a big dummy. Please don't be mad... don't cry, okay?" He bent over cautiously, pleading softly, "I beg you, don't cry..."
Hearing her weep, his heart was breaking; all he felt was regret and remorse.
He had lost his temper with her, had made his little angel cry.
Andre, you fool, how could you be so selfish, on what grounds do you demand her to like you too...
