His dear Yaoyao was crying. He truly wanted to walk over to her, but he felt as though his legs were anchored to the ground. They felt so heavy, and he couldn't move them.
Xirong Ziye had never seen Bai Yaoyao bawling like that before. In fact, she merely refused to see him whenever she was in a bad mood. She had never acted this way before.
As he walked, Xirong Ziye's heart ached, yet he was at a loss of what to do. He felt bad for Yaoyao, but he didn't know why she was crying.
Seeing her like this, crying all alone, it felt like a knife was cutting at his heart.
He had pictured many different scenarios of their reunion, but he had never expected it to be this way. He didn't know how to approach and console her, afraid that he would disturb her.
As Xirong Ziye stood rooted to the ground, he could feel his breathing getting increasingly difficult. He almost couldn't catch his breath.
