Heaven.
Tang Yuehua walked over in a daze and stopped before the shop door.
She was filled with hesitation and uncertainty.
Her blue hair, usually arranged impeccably, had several loose strands falling across her forehead.
"Aunt Yue, what's wrong?"
Lu Yan's concerned voice came from inside the shop.
His Spiritual Power had sensed her presence, and he immediately came downstairs.
The moment he opened the door, he saw her standing there with a pale face and vacant eyes, as though she had lost all support.
"Xiao... Yan..."
Tang Yuehua raised her head. The instant she looked at him, the tears she had held in her eyes for so long could no longer be restrained and rolled down her cheeks.
Her blue eyes, always elegant and smiling, were now drowned in endless grievance and fragility.
Lu Yan's heart clenched. He immediately stepped forward and gently drew her into his arms.
He asked nothing. He merely used his fingertips to softly wipe away the tear tracks on her face again and again.
Yet the tears were like a burst riverbank, impossible to wipe clean, soaking the front of his clothes.
This was the first time he had seen Tang Yuehua reveal such a fragile, helpless side.
Like someone abandoned by the world.
Lu Yan half-held her as he led her into the shop, closing the door behind them.
Feeling her unsteady steps, Lu Yan simply swept her up in his arms, steadily carried her upstairs, and laid her on the bed.
Just as he turned to pour her a cup of warm water and soothe her emotions, an ice-cold hand tightly seized his clothes.
The grip carried an almost desperate plea.
"Xiao Yan, don't go... don't go..." Tang Yuehua's voice was choked up, trembling heartbreakingly. "Let Aunt Yue hold you... just for