Once her mental defenses were breached, negative emotions surged forth like a bursting dam, overwhelming her completely.
Bai Xi thought of Zhang Qingfang, the woman so desperate she didn't even fear death; the captive villagers; Luoshanping, who had become the very monster he once loathed; and the woman who had endured endless humiliation just for the sake of revenge. The cruelty, life, and death she had experienced in her two rounds of the game surfaced in her memory one by one.
A profound wave of sorrow crashed over Bai Xi, and her tears flowed uncontrollably.
"If you want to cry, just let it all out!" Yang Qing's voice remained gentle as she softly comforted her.
The pain pent up in a person's heart wouldn't dissipate just because it was hidden. It would quietly grow in the dark corners, waiting for the moment to swallow them whole. The best method was to release it before it could grow.
