"Waaah!" Ning Rongrong's sobs echoed throughout the reception room, her jade-like cheeks covered in tear streaks.
Her eyes were dim, and her little face was scrunched up. This time, she was truly heartbroken—far more hurt than when Lu Yuan had concealed his identity from her.
At most, Lu Yuan had hidden his identity from her; he had never deceived her about anything else. But her father had treated her as a tool to restrain Lu Yuan. How could she possibly accept such a blow?
Ning Fengzhi had always cherished her in the palm of his hand. Yet now she had discovered that the father who had always doted on her had been using her. How could she not feel pain and sorrow in the depths of her heart?
"Rongrong!" Lu Yuan sighed softly and gently patted Ning Rongrong's back. This time, he did not urge her to stop crying, because it was much better for her to cry out these grievances than keep them buried in her heart.
"Waaah!" Ning Rongrong threw herself into Lu Yuan's arms, pressing her little face against his chest. Her tears soaked his clothes.
Yet Lu Yuan did not care in the slightest. He gently patted her back while softly comforting her.
He could feel her delicate body trembling as she cried in his embrace, and tenderness surged through his heart like a tide.
After crying for a while, Ning Rongrong gradually stopped. Her eyes were red, and her large, sparkling eyes seemed to have lost their luster. Her little face drooped, and she looked utterly listless.
It was as if she had lost all her spirit.
Lu Yuan carefully wiped away the tear stains on her face, kissed the tears from the corners of her eyes, and held her delicate body tightly, as though