C58 The Depth of Love the Depth of Hate

Wen Jing's hoarse voice was like a wave that struck at Liu's eardrums. It made him feel very uncomfortable. It seemed like this little girl had been suppressing her emotions for too long. Yang Liu only gently patted Wen Jing's back, but didn't say anything to comfort her. At this time, having a hearty cry was instead a good thing for her.

Wen Jing