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As Jensen’s heart tightened, his tone sounded more sympathetic and distressed. "Alice, don't cry."
Alice shook her head. It was already dark, and the cold wind was blowing.
It was a typical winter. They had been living in this kind of windy weather since summer.
She stayed silent and allowed the tears to flow down as they pleased. The way she looked now made people feel more distressed.
Her actions made Jensen’s heart ache even more; he gently pulled her into his arms.
Alice did not struggle; allowing Jensen to hug her as he pleased.
He wrapped his big arms around her waist.
As Alice buried her face in his chest, she could smell the scent of tobacco, as well as the scent that belonged to only him.
"I'm sorry," he finally apologized. "It's all my fault."
He wasn't understanding and tolerant enough.
He didn't provide enough support for her.
There wasn’t much he could do to help her. In fact, not only was he sad, he was even more defeated and even self-abased.