Only then did the incident finally come to an end.
But Lu Jiaoyue was still crying, curled up in Lu Shiyan's arms and trembling with sobs. She would not be able to calm down anytime soon.
With that, Lu Xiaoxiao lost all interest in dwelling on Song Chaoyue's idiotic behavior. All she could think about was Lu Jiaoyue, whose eyes were red from crying, and her heart ached unbearably for her.
Damn it! If I'd known Lu Jiaoyue would cry like this, I wouldn't have bothered beating around the bush. I should've just slapped Song Chaoyue dead!
Waaah, my sweet baby, you're far too empathetic! You've moved your big sister to tears! I didn't think it was that big a deal before, but now you've made me want to cry too. Should I have a little cry myself?
No sooner had Lu Xiaoxiao finished that thought than she felt someone take hold of her fingers.
She turned her head and saw that it was Lu Bochen.
"Bochen?" Lu Xiaoxiao raised her eyebrows in surprise. Thinking the confrontation had frightened him, she looked at him with concern. "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Lu Bochen shook his head, his lips pressed lightly together. A moment later, he tightened his grip on Lu Xiaoxiao's hand.
"Don't cry," he suddenly said. "Don't cry, little sister."
At the same time, Lu Jiaoyue abruptly pulled out of Lu Shiyan's arms and called urgently to Lu Xiaoxiao, "Xiaoxiao, don't be sad anymore! Bad people aren't worth being sad over. We all love you so, so much. Really!"
Lu Xiaoxiao stared at Lu Jiaoyue in surprise, then lowered her gaze to the hand Lu Bochen was holding. For a moment, she said nothing.
The boy's fingertips were cool, and his hand felt cold around hers.
But Lu