Fearing that Bai Yiran might suffer physical and psychological harm, Leng Yichen forcibly took Bai Yiran away. At this moment, Xia Lian and Cheng Gang's emotions were unstable, and whatever they said would surely be unpleasant. Continuing to stay here would not only fail to comfort them but also bring harm to herself.
In the car, Bai Yiran stayed silent, her eyes swollen from crying. Despite this, tears continued to flow relentlessly. Leng Yichen watched with a heart full of pain, cupping Bai Yiran's face with his hands, gently wiping away the tear marks on her face with his thumbs.
"Don't cry anymore." Leng Yichen's voice was gentle and soft, as if worried that a slightly louder voice might touch Bai Yiran's already very fragile heart.
"Leng Yichen..." Bai Yiran's tears fell even more fiercely, slipping through Leng Yichen's fingers, dripping onto his suit pants, and even deeper into his heart.
