Wang Xuan knew that right now he didn't need to do anything; letting the young girl cry would do, allowing her to vent the pent-up emotions within her heart.
Indeed, women are like water, and Tu Yingying's tears kept flowing unchecked. Her heart was full of memories of her brother, and it didn't take long before a large patch on Wang Xuan's chest became damp.
"If only I were stronger, I could have saved him."
Tu Yingying witnessed her brother being torn apart; the pain and guilt in her heart were imaginable. She couldn't account to herself, nor could she to her mother.
Wang Xuan patted her back, her silky black hair extraordinarily smooth, as he continuously comforted and soothed her.
"You almost lost your life; if not for timely treatment, you would have really died," Wang Xuan said.
