Song Sinian had never felt such an urgent need to know everything about Lu Zhaozhao as he did now.
He could allow her to do anything, but only if those things didn't harm her.
But now... it was clear that the things she was hiding had already hurt her, and he couldn't stand by idly anymore.
Not knowing if he had pressed her cheek too hard, Lu Zhaozhao had woken up faintly.
"Um... Mr. Song..."
Her voice was soft and nasal, sounding pitiful.
Song Sinian's brows furrowed slightly as he stared at her, and just as he was about to speak, her tears started falling "plop, plop" from her eyes.
"Why are you crying now? Does it hurt a lot?" Song Sinian stretched out his hand to cradle her small face, gently wiping her tears.
Although he had seen Lu Zhaozhao cry hard before, no matter how many times, he couldn't get used to it.
With a blink, her tears fell again, and she grabbed Song Sinian's hand tightly, sniffled, and said, "Don't leave, okay?"
"???"