Su Nian's tears fell fiercely, and Zheng Haoyu couldn't wipe them away no matter how hard he tried. He pulled her into his arms, "I beg you, Niannian, don't cry, please don't cry."
His heart was in such chaos that even his heartbeat seemed out of rhythm. Yet Su Nian said nothing, as if tears were her only way of expressing emotions, with her breathing so soft it was almost inaudible. But Zheng Haoyu knew she was always holding back, suppressing the outburst of her feelings. His heart felt as if it were being torn by tiny hands. There was never a doubt; the woman in his arms loved him!
