"Don't cry... Why are you still crying..." Feng Yi grew truly flustered watching Yun Zhao's ceaseless tears and quickly pulled her into his arms to soothe her.
Realizing that Yun Zhao did care for him, but was simply too afraid to speak up or cause a scene, Feng Yi's heart ached for her.
He had been so caught up in his own pique that he hadn't considered her current predicament.
After a torrent of reassuring words, Yun Zhao's sobs finally began to subside. She had cried so hard that even after she stopped, she was still taking slow, hitching breaths.
Feng Yi poured her a cup of tea to help her calm down, but Yun Zhao shook her head, not wanting any.
"I was being thoughtless, and I let you misunderstand. I should have explained things to you sooner. I just assumed that with your personality, you had nothing to fear, but I failed to consider Feng Ze."
