Adrian Holt felt as if something had struck his heart fiercely and opened his mouth numbly, "It doesn't hurt."
Hearing his words, Serena Summers stifled tears finally fell, like beads off a broken string, plip-plopping down.
Seeing Serena's tears, his heart also fiercely twisted, as if grasped by an invisible hand.
It hurt so much that he could hardly breathe.
He instinctively reached out, with gentle motions, wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes with his fingertips, "Really, it doesn't hurt, stop crying."
At this moment, Adrian Holt felt as if he had fallen.
He wasn't unfamiliar with the sight of a woman's tears, but in the past, he only felt annoyed.
But when Serena cried, he just felt heartache.
Serena rushed into his embrace, holding him tightly, burying her face into his shoulder and rubbing against it.
"I'm sorry…"
It was her who was too presumptuous two years ago, thinking she was fully prepared, but in the end, she hurt him.