Her appearance, holding back sorrow, was seen by Mu Jingnan, and it felt like a knife cutting into his heart.
Everyone must face the cycle of life and death, and even more so the loss of loved ones.
Even someone as strong as her cannot easily accept the imminent departure of a loved one.
"Yunshu, if you want to cry, just cry." Mu Jingnan sighed softly, pulling her into his embrace.
Situ Yunshu resisted, pushing him away, not wanting him to see her like this. Mu Jingnan held her tightly, "Yunshu, we were the closest people to each other. In front of me, you don't need to pretend, nor suppress yourself."
Gradually, Situ Yunshu's tense body began to relax.
Leaning against him, she still didn't cry out loud, but her tears soaked through his shirt.
The scorching tears, through the layer of shirt, seared his heart.
Wisps of pain spread throughout his body.
