Shi Che's movements were gentle and meticulous. Just as Ling Chuxia had managed to stop her tears, they seemed ready to fall again. Her long eyelashes trembled lightly, and she couldn't help but raise her hand and grasp Shi Che's hand.
Shi Che's hand paused slightly, and his dark eyes lifted to her face. He did not urge her to speak but quietly waited instead.
She had come over in the middle of the night, crying so sadly, something must have happened. But he would not press her; if she wanted to speak, she would, and if not, he would not ask. In any case, he would stay by her side.
Ling Chuxia unconsciously tightened her grip on Shi Che's hand. His broad and warm hand seemed to give her strength and courage. She took a deep breath, her voice extremely hoarse, "Shi Che, I... I went to look for my elder sister... Ling Yunshu."
