Or, devoted.
Just like that, Chen Yuan ascended the stairs, and as he was about to knock on the door, Xia Xinyu opened it ahead of time to welcome him.
Standing before him was a girl whose tears wouldn't stop flowing, wetting the hair at her temples.
After closing the door, Xia Xinyu grabbed Chen Yuan's hand and led him into the room, then arranged for him to sit on the bed.
Suddenly, she knelt half on the floor, burying her head in Chen Yuan's thighs and bursting into tears.
It looked so pitiful.
Chen Yuan had been confused since earlier, and this scene only added to his bewilderment. So he quickly helped Xia Xinyu to stand up, to sit beside him, then again buried her head on his lap as a knee pillow.
"Wuu wuu..."
Her crying continued, and the tears still wouldn't stop flowing.
Chen Yuan, by all accounts, should comfort her.
But it seemed she hadn't been struck by any disaster.