...
Finally, he stopped, lifted his eyes and saw the woman with her head buried in the sofa, a large area of the sofa's side wet from her tears.
Lu Jinyang's form froze, and he pulled her into his embrace, only then noticing her face covered in tear stains, a wave of self-reproach surged in his heart. He gently patted her face trying to wake her up, to no avail.
He just stared at her, eyes tightly closed, noticing the marks on her body caused by his roughness, a sense of guilt gradually rising in his heart.
He carried her into the room, cleaned her up, dressed her in a bathrobe, and placed her on the bed, but she still did not wake up.
Seeing this, he also went to take a bath.
However, when he came out, Zhuang Shuqing still showed no signs of waking up.
Lu Jinyang stood at the bedside, frowning at the woman with tightly closed eyes and a flushed face, questioning his actions for the first time.
