Recalling the past, Yun Shifei lowered her gaze, hoping to calm herself down and explain the situation clearly from a detached observer's perspective.
However, the pain of the past—ripping it open, raw and bloody, for others to scrutinize—was a torment almost too much for her to bear.
It felt like something was stuck in her throat, and she couldn't even get the words out.
Cheng Lie sensed Yun Shifei's emotional breakdown and pulled her into his embrace, softly saying, "It's okay if you can't say it. It's all in the past now."
Yun Shifei looked at Cheng Lie, her eyes misty and wet, pitiful yet captivating.
Seeing her like this, Cheng Lie's heart softened completely.
Honestly, her past didn't matter to him at all. As long as, right now, in this moment, she belonged to him, that was enough.
Since she could confide her biggest secret to him, how could he possibly blame her?
Cheng Lie reached out and gently rubbed Yun Shifei's tearful eyes. "Don't dwell on it."
