Shen Mu looked up blankly and saw Huo Yunxiao rushing in from the crowd. He was wearing a custom-made, expensive suit and didn't seem to care about stepping on the uneven ground with his leather shoes. As in many previous times, he looked like a celestial being descended to earth, with a beauty that didn't seem like it belonged to this world.
Shen Mu's eyes were sore, but she forced back her tears. She had a moment of self-doubt, wondering how she could be so weak, so failed, so fragile.
Huo Yunxiao took out a stack of hundred yuan bills from his wallet and threw it aside. The vendors immediately rushed to grab them. Huo Yunxiao smoothly walked to Shen Mu's side. Shen Mu felt the noise around her gradually disappear. The god-like man bent down, his hand passing through her knees, and lifted her up.
Familiar scent rushed into her nose, and Shen Mu burst into tears.
"Why are you crying?" the man asked in a deep voice.
Shen Mu didn't speak, just kept crying.
