Rong Mochen gently caressed her eyes with tenderness, "It's my fault. I knew Wen Fu had issues, yet I delayed taking action against her. That's how she got the chance to harm you."
Jin Jumo's heart felt like it was being torn apart, tears crazily gushing from her eyes, her voice trembling so much that she could barely utter a complete sentence, "Finally, I can finally, face, face my grandfather..."
As she spoke the last words, all that came out from Jin Jumo's throat was a series of suppressed and painful sobs.
Rong Mochen's heart twisted in pain. He suddenly hugged her tightly, his dark eyes slightly moist, "If you want to cry, just cry."
"..." Jin Jumo tightly clenched her hands into fists, her shoulders hunched high as she tried hard to hold back. "No, I won't cry. I'm happy, so, so happy, ah..."
In the end, Jin Jumo couldn't hold back and burst into tears.
Rong Mochen's throat was choked, and there was a moment when he even wanted to cry with her.
