"Why did you cry?" Feng Zheng is crying, like a child, his eyes glistened with tears, and there's a trace of grievances within those wet pupils. Seeing him like this caused Hu Zhi Ming's steel heart to soften. "I'm sorry. Please don't cry." He was distressed when he saw Feng Zheng's grief-stricken eyes.
He never once saw him cry miserably as this, not even when the late Emperor and Empress passed away. Right now, these heart-wrenching cries sounded very sorrowful, as if the whole world had wronged him.
Feng Zheng curled even further, deliberately avoiding any skin contact with him. If he can drill himself into the sofa, bury himself inside it and never come out, he would like to do that. Nevertheless, he couldn't.
Hu Zhi Ming felt perturbed. He didn't know where to put his restless hand
