The sobs were low and quivering.
Mu Lianxiao held Du Yunluo tightly, feeling her sadness and pain.
That year at Fa Yin Temple, when Mu Lianxiao first met Du Yunluo, she was crying, pitifully sitting on the ground, her apricot eyes filled with tears.
In the years that followed, he also saw Du Yunluo's tears.
She was always so straightforward, her smile radiant like summer flowers, her crying made people wish they could give her everything from their hearts and lungs.
But for the first time, Mu Lianxiao felt loneliness and despair in her tears.
It seemed to take root deep in her bones, winding like vines, entangling her entire heart and soul, suffocating him.
Just a mere dream could frighten Du Yunluo to this extent.
Mu Lianxiao's heart ached deeply, as he dropped gentle kisses at the corners of Du Yunluo's lips, gazing deeply into her eyes: "Yunluo, you're not alone. I'm with you, right here. I won't let you be alone..."
