"If you want to cry, just cry."
Xiao Heng's voice sounded beside her; she didn't know when he had come before her.
With tears streaming down, Meng Jingyi looked up at Xiao Heng's familiar face, and her last bit of resolve crumbled. She threw herself into his arms and began to cry uncontrollably. He always managed to bring out her most vulnerable side, and only in this embrace could she cry without reservation or restraint.
This time, it would be her last tears for Ding Chen Tai, never again in the future...
It wasn't until the next morning that Wen Jiaren found out about this matter, so she brought Mu Xiao with her to the hospital with a bouquet of fresh flowers to visit. The girl had changed a lot, lacking the vivacity and sunshine of the past.
"Sister Wen." Seeing her arrival, she tugged on her pale lips, trying to sit up.
Wen Jiaren quickly pressed her down, "Don't move, just lie down."
