Seeing the healthy, confident, tall, and handsome young man before her, and comparing him to the frail figure from her past life who had constantly endured the torment of illness in a wheelchair, Xiao Man's nose stung. Tears streamed down her face like a bursting dam, instantly soaking the front of Gu Shaojun's shirt.
Gu Shaojun took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped her tears, but it was quickly soaked through. He held Xiao Man close, about to lean over and ring for service, when a waiter happened to knock and enter with their food. Gu Shaojun asked him to bring some hot water and a clean towel.
Xiao Man nestled in Gu Shaojun's arms, weeping silently. Gu Shaojun held her tightly, saying nothing, simply resting his chin on her head and gently nuzzling her. He closed his eyes, listening to her quiet sobs—a sound of both sorrow and release. His heart grew soft and tranquil, and he felt a strange sense of contentment.
