Su Li cried incessantly, consumed with sadness, while Wei Chengfeng stood beside her, also suffering from a severe headache.
He was not unfamiliar with the sight of a woman crying. The tears he had seen always seemed dainty and delicate, eliciting compassion. But who had ever seen someone like Su Li, who cried so loudly without any regard for her image?
If it had been something else, it might have been easier to comfort her, but this, he had never tried before.
Wei Chengfeng walked over, patted her on the back, and said softly, "What are you crying for, so suddenly?"
Su Li shook her shoulders, indicating for him to go away, yet her crying did not diminish in the slightest.
Wei Chengfeng rubbed his forehead, looking helpless. Ultimately, he still took a deep breath and said, "Enough, stop crying. Tell me what's bothering you."
Su Li turned around, still crying and complained, "I'm unhappy about everything!"