Perhaps she had gone through just too much depression, grievance, and panic in the past few days, Chandler simply lay in the arms of Michael and burst into tears.
Feeling the sobbing of the person in his arms, he tightened his arms and put his chin on her head, letting her feel his temperature.
A few minutes later, Michael's white shirt got all wrinkled up, and it was also full of tears and snot.
After calming down for a while, Chandler finally got up from his arms.
"Are you done crying?" Michael stared at Chandler and asked teasingly.
"Um." Chandler took the tissue in his hand and nodded while wiping her nose.
At this time, Michael looked down at the shirt in front of his chest and said with a smile, "Today, my shirt has made a great contribution."
Upon hearing this
