"Zhuzhu…"
Mo Roulan frowned in confusion and looked at He Zhuang who was staring unblinkingly at the woman holding her hand.
Before anyone could think anything, He Zhuang suddenly stepped forward and held the woman's arm and turned her in his direction to look at her face.
"Ahhh…ehhh…"
The woman started shouting again making the people in the corridor look at her but He Zhuang was too engrossed in looking at her face.
"Zhuzhu…"
He whispered again.
His eyes were filled with shock.
He looked at the woman's face which was marred by a fresh wound, then at her thin body…and his eyes slowly went red.
The woman was struggling to get out of his hold but He Zhuang looked as if he couldn't sense anything.
Mo Roulan was shocked when she saw a tear slipping down from his eyes.
And then He Zhuang hugged the woman tightly in his arms. Her face rested against his chest, his lips were in her hair as he whispered while crying
