Why do I say 'biting the bullet'? Because he truly had no idea what kind of melodramatic plot awaited him.
Moreover, the only thing he was certain about was—he most likely wouldn't be able to handle Mu Qiu's performance later.
The door was pushed open.
Mu Qiu huddled in the corner motionless, listening to the footsteps growing closer, until a pair of black shoes appeared before her.
Then came the hem of a black garment trailing on the ground, and the newcomer crouched down.
"Qiuqiu."
Cheng Zhirang lifted his hand to brush away her hair, easily raising her chin with two fingers, revealing her tear-streaked face.
They were real tears, that much was evident at a glance.
His movements were somewhat stiff as he faced her tear-stained face, any thoughts related to the storyline vanished like receding tides from his mind.
Then Mu Qiu blinked at him and continued to cry.
Silently shedding tears, stubbornly turning her head to the side.
