Otherwise, bearing too much sorrow, a person would break down, would be crushed.
Tang Yuchen was also worried that she couldn't bear it, which is why he let her cry out.
Five minutes had long passed, yet the woman in his arms was still crying, just much more quietly.
She kept sobbing, her thin shoulders continuously trembling, inexplicably tightening his heart and making his mood somewhat heavy.
His large hand caressed her head as he gently rubbed it, making his first promise to her, "Stop crying. As long as you are my wife for a day, I won't let anyone hurt you even a bit."
An Ruo suddenly stopped crying, she looked up and pushed him away, wiping her tears she said lightly, "Thanks, it's already pretty good that you don't hurt me."
Tang Yuchen wasn't angered by her words, he looked at her and smiled, "If you behave, why would I hurt you?"
"Why should I behave as you say?" An Ruo sharply retorted.
Her mood was awful today; anyone who upset her was stepping on a landmine.
