YUNYUE VS FENGHUANG (XII)

Hearing his soft, heart-wrenching sobs, Miss Thompson instinctively held Luo Yan closer, her arms tightening protectively around him. She gently patted his back, trying to soothe him as best she could. Unlike most children, who cried with loud wails, his tears came quietly—his small body trembling with a deep, silent grief that seemed to spill straight from his heart. Anyone who heard it would feel heartbroken.

"It's alright, Mary. It's alright."

Luo Yan seemed to be struggling to hold back his tears, embodying the role of a child worried about his mother, yet determined not to burden anyone else. His attempt at bravery only made him appear even more fragile and heart-wrenchingly pitiful.

He stole a quick glance at Miss Thompson and noticed her glaring sharply at the surrounding crowd. Seeing the people instinctively step aside to clear a path, he gave an inward nod of approval. This Miss Thompson, he thought, was proving to be quite capable.