"Ah--" Jiang Shuna felt a sharp pain in her chest and a sourness rising to her nostrils; she could no longer bear the grief and let out a loud cry, venting the agony within her heart.
Her tears rose up hastily like a breached flood, drenching her cheeks instantly, like the torrential rain of summer. She buried her entire face into Jiang Shuya's abdomen, her fingertips clutching at her clothes, sobbing uncontrollably, her shoulders trembling ceaselessly, so heartbroken, so despairing.
She had been powerless against Huo Jingtang's beating; all she could do was cry quietly here. She was unwilling, truly unwilling!
"Nana, I know your heart aches, cry, let it out, and you'll feel somewhat better," said Jiang Shuya, holding her head. Seeing this sight filled her with sorrow, bringing tears to her own eyes.
"Sister..." Jiang Shuna kept calling out to Jiang Shuya, as if that alone could bring her comfort, "It hurts so much, so much..."