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Mo Jue held her tightly in his arms. He knew that Ye Wei didn't want others to see her tears, and he didn't take the initiative to wipe them either. He merely hugged her tightly. At this moment, all the hatred and obsession were gone.

Wei Wei cried…

Her tears stabbed him like needles. No matter what happened, he had never seen her cry once. Ye Wei, whom he knew, was so strong that even if one tortured her, she would not shed a tear.

He only felt pain in his heart. He had never felt this much pain before, not even when she told him to get out of her life. He had never felt so sorry for her either.

Ye Wei was so independent that it was rare for her to act like a child. There was no chance for him to feel sorry for her at all. Ever since she had hurt her leg, she was obviously more distressed, and he would do anything to cheer her up every time she frowned or was unhappy.