Yarin's POV:
Let me clarify—I wasn't someone who cried easily, but I also wasn't the type to put on a brave face and hide my feelings.
To put it simply, since I could remember, I could count the number of times I cried on one hand. My life had been smooth sailing, without many ups and downs.
Perhaps it was because the contrast was too stark after experiencing that magical and dangerous month. My heart, always tightly held together, couldn't longer suppress the repressed emotions.
I cried uncontrollably, not caring if it was in front of the goddess or anyone else. I had to let it all out, just like I said—I wasn't the kind of person who kept things bottled up inside.
The goddess, with great tolerance, forgave my lack of composure. Before I knew it, I was already crying in her arms. She embraced me, and I buried my head in her embrace, sobbing loudly while she gently patted my back to comfort me.
