After being held in Hao Jian's arms, Liang Yuwei was still very sad, continuously crying softly. It was a long while before she calmed down, stopped crying, and then lay silently in Hao Jian's embrace. Hao Jian gently held her while slowly stroking her back to comfort her.
If a man can't make his woman happy, if he can't protect her from harm, if he can't stop her from being sad and shedding tears, then can he still be considered a man? Is he still worthy of a woman entrusting her life to him? Especially someone like Hao Jian, who has a particularly strong sense of dignity and a powerful protective desire.
At this moment, seeing how heartbroken Liang Yuwei was, his mood instantly turned sour. He felt guilty, but more so pained. When Liang Yuwei was unhappy, he was unhappy; when she was in pain, he was in pain. At the moment, he was holding Liang Yuwei, so there were some things he couldn't do yet, but in his heart, he had already made up his mind about everything.
