Xu Jialu reached out and carefully brushed away the hair on her face and gently wiped away the tears on her cheeks.
He didn't say anything to comfort her. He just gently stroked her back. His warm palm seemed to have a warmth to it, and it comforted her silently.
Su lanxu lowered her head and pressed her forehead against his chest. Her tears kept falling, and she couldn't stop them.
She knew that her father's condition was getting worse and worse. She also knew why her father insisted on going home and going to work on his own.
She knew everything, but she couldn't reveal anything in front of them. That was why she dared to let her emotions collapse in the dead of night.
Xu Jialu felt that the person in his arms was like a homeless rabbit, trembling and touching.
He couldn't help but feel heartache. He lowered his head and kissed her on the heart of her hair. He said in a low and hoarse voice, " "If you want to cry, cry. I'm here."
