When Nan Wan's family fell apart, she didn't cry; when Jiang Xiaoman hit her where no one could see, she didn't cry; when Nan Huaiyu incited the school thugs to lock her in the bathroom and played Japanese horror films outside the door all night, she didn't cry...
When she lost Lu Li, she didn't cry; when Nan Ze was covered in blood and his breath was weak as he was pushed into the emergency room, she didn't cry...
But now, just hearing two words, words she could hear almost every day, her tears rolled down one after another.
Her lips parted, but her throat seemed clogged, not a single syllable could come out.
Mu Jin Huan stood by the bedside, from his angle, he could almost see all of Nan Wan's fragility and joy.
And... the floods of tears.
He had seen many women cry, but never had anyone cried like her, with each tear falling on his heart, hurting progressively more.
