The girl was crying incredibly sadly, tears spilling from her eyes like pearls slipping off a broken string, rolling down her cheeks and falling at her feet, scattering on the polished floor of the elevator. Perhaps feeling that her crying was too wretched, Murong Rui sat down on the elevator floor without regard for her image and buried her head in her knees, sobbing ceaselessly.
Upon hearing Murong Rui's words, Lu Jingchen's hand unconsciously clenched into a fist, as though he was struggling to suppress some emotion. His mind also flashed back to yesterday when Song Qiao had cried just as sadly, as if her world had collapsed in an instant.
