At that moment, she hugged her, her heart filled with shock and pain.
It turned out that this child's smile was so beautiful, but it was for the wound in her heart that could not be healed.
It turned out that although she looked innocent, she was pretending to be strong.
The young girl had long been hurt by love. With a smile on her face, she struggled to find the beauty of the past. However, after finding it, she was once again covered in bruises.
She coaxed her to sleep and listened to her cry.
She cried for a long time.
After that, she cried herself to sleep.
Su Jin covered her with the blanket, closed the door, and walked out.
"Sister, is Huanhuan alright?"
There were two guest rooms downstairs, and Jing Huan was staying in one. Su Jin had just cleaned up the other room for Han Tong to sleep in.