"Junior Brother, please don't be angry anymore. It really was all my fault. Can't you forgive your Senior Sister just this once?!"
Lin Zihan lowered her head and fiddled with the hem of her clothes, speaking pitifully like a young wife who had done something wrong.
Her words struck Ying Ming Hao's heart like a heavy hammer, making his whole body shudder-after all, this was the first time in his life he had ever seen Lin Zihan like this!
Just then, Miss Shui suddenly spoke:
"Hmph! So we really did wrongly accuse you, you lecher!
In that case, there's nothing more to say. We should leave!"
With that, she abruptly stood and turned to rush outside. Her eyes were red, and her face was filled with loneliness and sorrow she could not conceal.
At the sight, Ying Ming Hao panicked. He hurried forward to block her way and repeatedly urged:
"Wait, wait, Miss Shui! Don't leave just yet!
None of you did anything wrong. The fault was entirely mine. Please sit down and rest."
Yet Miss Shui turned a deaf ear to Ying Ming Hao's pleas and continued sobbing.
Watching the lovely woman weep her heart out before him, Ying Ming Hao felt as though knives were carving into his heart, as though an invisible hand had seized it in a crushing grip.
Helpless, Ying Ming Hao could only continue coaxing her earnestly. "Oh, Miss Shui, please don't cry anymore. If you keep crying like this, you won't look pretty anymore!
Besides, so many people are watching..."
At those words, Miss Shui's sobs grew even more heartrending. Her eyes were like springs bursting through a broken dam, tears pouring out in torrents. Aching for her, Ying Ming Hao held her tightly and kept wiping away her tears.
Lin Zihan,