C183 Perhaps It Was Hate

Cyril stepped forward and scooped Linda's head over to his chest.

"Idiot, you can cry." Cyril's voice was extremely gentle and heartbroken.

Tears rolled down from Linda's eyes.

Feeling the warmth on his shoulder, Cyril touched Linda's back.

"You can cry when you're sad, when you're sad, when you're wronged, when you're dissatisfied, and even when you want to throw a tantrum