First came the sobs in her chest, then the cries stifled in her heart, like a flood bursting through, her tears uncontrollably streamed down, crossing her cheeks, stinging and tingling. "It took me so much effort... to get here, it took so much, to return."
Not even fearing death, Su Ziceng could give up her life; what did she gain in exchange, the pain in her body was nothing compared to the bruises in her soul.
Her tears soaked Pello's lapel, with trembling shoulders, her weeping seemed to carry endless despair, knocking repeatedly into Pello's heart.
He brushed away Su Ziceng's hair, gazing at her usually sparkling eyes now obscured by tears, a dull ache emerged in his heart.
Calm was restored under Sister Mu's comfort, and after understanding the whole story, even the typically composed Sister Mu couldn't help but feel righteously indignant, "Ziceng, we can't just let this go."
