William had always disliked women's tears.
He had never comforted a woman.
Therefore, he was lacking in experience.
However, he had an idea.
Lucy may not need his shoulder at this moment, but she might want a handkerchief that could dry her tears and nose.
Otherwise, why would she rub everything on her face onto his shirt so vigorously at this moment?
It was Lucy's tears; otherwise, he would have thought that Lucy had done everything on purpose!
William brought Lucy to the sofa, and placed a box of tissues in front of her. He pulled out a tissue from it and wiped Lucy's face clean.
However, Lucy was still sobbing and did not stop.
“Are you done crying?”
William was frustrated because Lucy had still refused to explain the situation to him.
“When you are finished crying, tell me
