The tears came so suddenly and inexplicably that it caught Shen Nianzu off guard, and before he knew it, his cheeks were already wet.
Even when he was roughly dragged back inside after an unsuccessful attempt to escape or when the knife cut into his flesh, causing him immense pain, Shen Nianzu had not shed a single tear.
Crying was useless—he had learned it from a very young age, only for this belief to be further consolidated once he entered the Nightmare Cycle. Crying was but a sign of weakness; rather than doing such a useless thing, he was better off racking his brain for a solution to the problem in front of him.
But this time, he cried. And once he started, he couldn't seem to stop.
