Shen Li's gentle tone turned sharp, her voice almost roaring, yet mixed with hints of tears.
She might not be crying yet, but she was definitely on the verge of tears.
"Really crying?"
Han Mochen spoke again, without anger, without pity, only a kind of bewilderment.
He had never dated before, knew women less than he knew female corpses.
A woman cried, why did she cry? He didn't know.
As a boyfriend, what to do when his girlfriend cried?
Even more clueless.
"Who's crying, don't talk nonsense." Shen Li stubbornly said, but her voice softened.
"Besides, what does my crying have to do with you? No, we have nothing to do with each other, my misfortunes have nothing to do with you, go away, don't find me, boo..."
At the last sentence, Shen Li started crying, filled with sadness and grievance.
This is how people are, when on the brink of emotional collapse, even a little gentleness can break them.
