Why are you crying?

Mu Lingqian, seeing Wen Xiangyang in this state, furrowed his brows and strode over to her.

If this were before, Mu Lingqian would have lifted Wen Xiangyang's chin directly, asking her what was wrong. However, given the injury on her neck, the young woman could hardly speak, and Mu Lingqian naturally wouldn't ask her to strain her neck. He approached, lifted her, and brought her to the bed. Squatting in front of her, he wiped away her tears and asked, "Why are you crying?"

Wen Xiangyang didn't answer, nor did she reach for Mu Lingqian's hand to write her answer. She was just looking at the man in front of her, tears falling incessantly.

Ever have something you desperately wanted to tell someone, but found yourself unable to say it when facing that person?

Seeing Wen Xiangyang cry even harder after his question, Mu Lingqian felt helpless. The poor girl had a sore neck and couldn't move her head, she could only sit and cry. It made him pity her even more.