As he spoke, the man's repentant tears fell uncontrollably.
Such a thin man, crying in the wind, became a man of tears.
Wen Meimei's heart felt as if something had brutally gouged it out, she suddenly couldn't breathe, and said in a hoarse voice: "You should explain to Ruochu clearly, rotten Tangguo, Ruochu won't mind, come down first."
"Little Tizi..." Tang Yuxin interrupted her, "it's meaningless now."
Wen Meimei said anxiously: "How can it be meaningless? Your life is meaningful, rotten Tangguo, don't act rashly, I'm begging you, come down, okay?"
As she spoke, the young girl's tears were falling in threads. She didn't want to cry, but she couldn't control this heart-wrenching feeling.
Rotten Tangguo had one foot through the gates of hell, it's very dangerous... yet she was powerless, unable even to offer him comfort.
Tang Yuxin smiled and said, "Little Tizi, you know what? The person I want to see most now isn't Ruochu, it's you."
