「That night.」
Zhou Luchen's private plane landed in the capital. The white Bentley drove back to the villa. He stepped through the door, and before he could even set down his car keys, he heard faint sobbing. He saw her hunched over the couch, crying her eyes out. She really was delicate.
When he left the capital, Shen Jing had been very good, promising to sleep well and eat properly, caressing the Buddha beads around his wrist to ensure his safe landing. After not seeing him for two days, she was crying pitifully.
Zhuang Ming didn't explain why Shen Jing was crying and turned to leave the living room.
Zhou Luchen crouched in front of her. He held her in his arms, coaxing her for a long time, kissing her neck and patiently explaining that next time he wouldn't be gone for so long. The cries of the delicate one in his arms didn't stop, growing more pitiful as she wept, until she was too heartbroken and tired to cry any longer.
Then she said, "The second male lead died."
