Liu Bei: "Just let her cry, she'll naturally stop when she's too tired to cry anymore."
Chengxun: "Quack."
Liu Bei: "Hey, young master Qiao, you can't just blurt out something without context like that. Even a deity wouldn't be able to prescribe the right cure!"
Chengxun: "I don't understand what's wrong with her."
Liu Bei: "Then let her cry. She will stop eventually. Bring her to see me tomorrow."
Chengxun: "Okay."
Liu Bei was right, Wen Meimei stopped crying when she was too exhausted, but her body was still trembling, as though she had just been through a battle, leaving her completely drained of energy.
Qiao Chengxun, like a knight, silently guarded her, holding her warmly in his arms, wishing he could chase away all her troubles.
He wanted to talk to her initially, but the girl closed her eyes and soon fell asleep.
Qiao Chengxun kissed the girl's eyes helplessly, then carried her upstairs to bed.