Zimei's body involuntarily took a step back, as guilt and pain seized her heart. She raised her hand to cover her face.
Ye Cheng stood there quietly; how could he not feel the depth of Zimei's pain?
It felt like someone was stabbing his heart with a knife, even more painful than when they first broke up. If possible, he would rather be the one who was blind instead of her.
Ye Cheng's face was pale yet handsome, emotions surging in his phoenix eyes. He remained silent for a moment before slowly walking over and wrapping Zimei in his arms.
At first, Zimei struggled endlessly, but the man held her tightly. After realizing resistance was futile, she gradually calmed down, buried her head in Ye Cheng's chest, and cried silently.
Ye Cheng could hear her extremely faint and controlled sobs, feeling increasingly distressed.
The times Zimei cried in front of him could be counted on one hand; her personality wasn't that of a girl who often sobbed.
