Thud—
Speckled wall plaster fell off, revealing the great force of the punch from the person who delivered it.
Luo Xiao remained still and silent, quietly letting him grasp his collar.
"Ah—" Loh Cheng, in the end, did not raise his hand again; at this point, more beating would be futile. He clasped his head with both hands, letting out a roar and crouching down while pulling at his hair, "Qingqing..."
A full-grown man, at this moment, also shed tears.
"You and the former me are very similar," Luo Xiao squatted down, placing a hand on his shoulder, "Watching the woman you deeply love in someone else's hands, feeling helpless, this kind of pain, I understand more than you do."
Only deep love could hurt this thoroughly.
Loh Cheng howled in agony, each cry seemingly tearing out his soul. The depth in Luo Xiao's eyes grew even more profound; he saw too much of himself in Loh Cheng, the same pain, the same deep love.
