Bibi Dong's Sorrow, Surging Tears

When Bibi Dong suddenly threw herself into his arms, Lu Yuan was startled at first, then immediately reacted. One hand wrapped around Bibi Dong's waist while the other gently patted her back, soothing her emotions.

Bibi Dong was deeply saddened. Tears kept sliding from her beautiful eyes, dripping onto Lu Yuan's shoulder.

This was the first time Lu Yuan had ever seen Bibi Dong cry.

In his impression, Bibi Dong was strong, decisive, beautiful, dignified, and generous. It seemed as though nothing had ever been able to change her expression.

Even when she learned that he possessed the unprecedented Three-Life Martial Soul, and that the God-Slaying Spear could instantly kill a Super Douluo, there had only been surprise in her eyes, without any intense emotional fluctuation. Her composure was exceptionally strong.

Yet now, she was crying so sorrowfully, so heartbreakingly.

It seemed that no matter how strong a woman was, she would still feel hurt and sad when her emotions were wounded.

Perhaps because Lu Yuan knew all her secrets, because he was the person in this world who understood her best, and also one of the people closest to her, Bibi Dong did not hide her emotions at all before him. Instead, she let them all out loudly.

Like someone whose heart was full of wounds, seeking out the person closest to them to confide in and heal.

And Lu Yuan was Bibi Dong's first choice for venting and confiding all her emotions.

Holding Bibi Dong's delicate body, his right hand gently patting her back, Lu Yuan did not try to persuade her to stop crying. Sometimes, sorrow could only be released through tears.

If these emotions were not fully released and remained bottled up in her heart, they would one day harm Bibi Dong.

Cry. Let her cry