Amelia nodded, her sobs muffled against General Han Xing's chest. She let the tears flow freely, feeling the weight of her sorrow slowly lift as she clung to her Godfather. The warmth of his embrace and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat provided a semblance of comfort.
After what felt like an eternity, Amelia's sobs subsided, and she pulled back slightly, looking up at her Godfather with red-rimmed eyes. "Do you feel better?" General Han Xing asked gently, his eyes searching her face for any sign of relief.
"Thank you, Godfather," Amelia murmured, her voice still shaky. She held onto General Han Xing tightly, like a child seeking solace in a parent's embrace. The love and support she felt from him gave her a glimmer of hope.
"If you want to thank me, then come and let's eat your favorite seafood porridge I made while it's still hot," General Han Xing said with a loving smile. His eyes twinkled with warmth, and he hoped that a good meal would help lift her spirits.