Gong Heng hurriedly comforted the little person crying in his arms, her tears so abundant. Seeing her now, it might have been around five hours, and she must have cried at least five rounds already.
How could he not cherish such a teary little girl made out of water?
"Alright, alright, stop crying. If you keep crying, my heart is going to shatter."
Mu Mian needed to vent her feelings desperately. If she didn't vent, she didn't know how she would go on.
Only heaven knew what kind of days she had endured over the past half year.
It was as if each day stretched on for years.
Gong Heng, seeing that her crying showed no sign of stopping and that no manner of comforting seemed to help, was both anxious and helpless. In the end, he simply clutched her little head and pressed his lips to her ceaselessly crying, red lips.
The effect was indeed good.
Mu Mian immediately stopped crying.
In fact, she couldn't cry anymore.
