Hug

After her rebirth, Lu Zhen had always faced everything bravely. She had never allowed herself to be as weak and timid as in her previous life. But now, she felt that she had failed. She seemed to have become the same person in her previous life overnight.

Lu Zhen raised her hand and kept wiping her tears, wanting to wipe them away. However, crying was like opening a valve. She could not control her tears at all. The more she wiped, the more tears there were.

Lu Zhen was in a sorry state. She wanted to turn around so that Song Jia wouldn't see her. At this moment, she was suddenly pulled back and her body fell into a firm and warm embrace. Song Jia gently held the back of Lu Zhen's head with his palm and said in a low and gentle voice, "I won't be able to see it like this. Cry. There's nothing to be ashamed of."