Hearing his words, Jian Liangtong seemed deeply shaken, her bright eyes gazing at Huo Shaojun, suddenly welling up with very deep, deep sadness.
She inexplicably felt a strong urge to cry, very much, without reason.
Tears slipped down her white cheeks, Jian Liangtong opened her lips, her throat felt as if pierced by a million fine needles. She raised her hand, embarrassed, helpless, and confusedly wiping the tears off her face, "I, I don't know why I'm crying, I'm, I'm sorry, I just feel suddenly very sad, I'm very sad, sob..."
Jian Liangtong covered her lips and really began to cry.
Huo Shaojun's heart twisted with pain, abruptly reaching out to pull Jian Liangtong into his embrace, his large hand tightly pressing the back of her head, holding her face against his chest.
"Huo Shaojun, do we really know each other? Please tell me, do we really know each other?" Jian Liangtong asked hoarsely, repeatedly questioning softly within his arms.
