"Why…?" her voice cracked, each word trembling under the weight of everything she had been holding back.
"Why did you leave like that…? Why did you not take me with you…?"
Pain, confusion, and fear poured out of her with every word, raw and unfiltered.
"I thought…"
Her grip tightened further, her fingers clutching onto him desperately.
"…you had left me."
Her shoulders trembled as she cried, unable to restrain herself any longer, all the fear she had carried in his absence finally breaking free.
Xing Luoye stood there for a brief moment, stunned by the intensity of her reaction.
Then, slowly, his expression softened.
Without hesitation, he lowered himself, kneeling down in front of her, bringing himself to her level. His movements were gentle, careful, as if afraid of causing her even the slightest discomfort.
He reached out and held her hands, his touch light yet steady.
"Yue…" His voice was quiet, filled with a softness that contrasted with his usual composure.
