It was the first time Fang Yuanming had seen Yang Qin, who was usually careless and nonschalant, cry so desperately, as though she were tearing out her heart and lungs, straining her last nerve.
She squatted there, like a lost child who couldn't find her way home, burying half of her face in her arm. Tears silently climbed over her whole young face.
The onlookers at the scene watching the drama couldn't help but shed tears at the sight.
They clearly saw the depth of Yang Qin's bereavement, the desperate heart-wrenching despair. Those reckless tears, however, could only fall behind the person she loved.
The spectators at the filming site with a low threshold for tears couldn't help but cry uncontrollably, tears and snot falling together.
"Who does he think he is, thinking I could actually fall in love with him? Su Jinzheng, do you think you're so lovesick that you can't live without a woman? You..."