Yuan Xiaoxiao's lips curled into a faint smile, her watery eyes shimmering with crystalline gratitude and sincerity.
The petite woman tried hard to suppress the tears about to overflow, nodding gently in response.
"Xiaoxiao, I know these past few days haven't been easy for you. I've been through this before, but I believe you can make it."
Xixia nodded, her soft, pale hand clasping Yuan Xiaoxiao's hand resting on the table, using this gesture to offer her encouragement.
"Mm. I know."
Moved by her friend's concern, the tears Yuan Xiaoxiao had been holding back erupted like a geyser, cascading uncontrollably as she broke into sobs.
After Xie Qikan left, Yuan Xiaoxiao began to truly realize how deeply this older man, who loved her so profoundly, had cared for her. His presence lingered in her surroundings; even the air carried whispers of his scent—crisp, sunlit, and invigorating.
