Zhao Shijie held his awakened wife, so overcome with emotion that he lost all composure, sobbing with joy in front of everyone.
A grown man approaching thirty, he was choked with sobs, unable to form words. Tears streamed down his face without warning, PITTER-PATTER, dripping onto Chen Minrou's cheeks.
He was once a renowned young nobleman in the Capital City, and quite handsome at that. His tear-streaked face was a piteous, moving sight.
Unfortunately, of the only two women in the room who dared to look at him, one was used to the sight of an absolute dreamboat like Xie Jinbai and had long since developed a heart of steel. She didn't spare him a single glance.
The other had just woken up and was still groggy, staring blankly as the tears flowed down her face.
Cui Lingyao couldn't bear to watch. She took out a handkerchief to wipe her friend's tears and snapped at the culprit, "If you're going to cry, turn around and do it!"
"..." Zhao Shijie's crying hitched.
