"Sigh... talking about it only brings tears. Hanging up was the right choice." Kou'er picked up a tissue and wiped her face. "Stop crying, or your eyes will swell. If the Queen Haotian notices, it'll be hard to explain."
Yi Luowa sniffled. "I wish I had a shoulder to lean on for a while."
Dapeng patted his shoulder. "You can borrow mine!"
Kou'er chuckled and said, "If Sister Luowa really leans on your shoulder, aren't you worried your Fourth Brother would dislocate it for you? If she's going to lean, it should be on mine."
As she spoke, Kou'er patted her own shoulder. Yi Luowa, looking deeply sorrowful, rested her head against her shoulder.
The rest of the way, Yi Luowa didn't utter another word. Her heart felt as though it was being cooked in oil. Her parents were ill, her younger brother's whereabouts unknown, the two children at home, and that man who cried in secret—all of it played in her mind like an unending movie.
