Realization [2]

Zhao Tian sat silently as his hands rested on his knees.

'Why do we have to suffer?'

His fingers twitched slightly.

She was right.

He had been so consumed by his own pain, so lost in his grief, that he had failed to see the people still standing beside him.

The ones who refused to leave him, despite how much he tried to push them away.

The weight in his chest grew heavier.

Xia Shenyi's soft sobs reached his ears, muffled against his lap.

He felt the warmth of her tears seeping through the fabric of his robes.

He slowly raised his hand hesitantly and then, with a deep breath, he placed it gently on her head.

His fingers brushed through her dark strands, as if afraid she would pull away.

She didn't.

Instead, her shoulders trembled even more, and she clutched the fabric of his robes in a desperate grip.

"You're an idiot…"

Zhao Tian exhaled softly "I know," he murmured.