“What should I do?” he said with a stern voice.
Jiang Muxue swallowed the anger in her chest again and again, and then the flames did not spew out.
What should I do if you treat me like that, but then what about me? This is really an unreasonable world!
But she couldn’t move her face at will, nor could she beat and scold her. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have to watch outsiders, and even she felt that she was inferior and was like a slaughter.
So she didn’t speak or move, letting him lie on her shoulder and cry.
Looking at Liu Zhao again, she wasn’t actually crying. Although she occasionally sobbed, she basically lay on her shoulder and cried silently. She looked really sad.
Soon, Jiang Muxue’s shoulders were wet. Liu Zhao saw that he was crying and sad, but she didn’t give him a word of comfort. She said, “There is no greater sorrow than death in his heart”, so she stopped crying.