Ryu took a step forward and grabbed his wife's waist. Her walls seemed to break down as she started to sob uncomfortably, her tears staining his chest.
"What's all the tears for? You really didn't believe in your husband?"
"I'm sorry… I'm sorry…"
These seemed to be the only coherent words that Ailsa could get out no matter how hard she tried. It was like the weight of the world was lodged in her throat, and regardless of how she tried, nothing seemed to be working properly.
The more of Ryu's gentle touch she felt, the more walls seemed to break down, and one after another, years of repressed tears, sadness, and grievance came pouring out one after another.
Maybe in the history of Existence, no one had ever seen such a powerful Dao God cry. Even more shocking than that, no one had ever seen one cry in the arms of a Quasi Lord.
And yet, somehow, they found themselves feeling as though it was right or natural in some odd way that they couldn't describe even if they wanted to.
