Fei Ruyan clung to Lu Jinchen's shirt, sobbing into his chest like a broken child. Her body shook with every cry, and her voice trembled as she repeated the same words over and over again. "Why did he come back… why now… after all these years…"
Lu Jinchen held her tightly, one hand gently stroking her hair, the other supporting her fragile back. His voice was soft, filled with pain and warmth. "It's okay, Mom," he whispered again and again. "You're not alone. I'm here. I won't let him hurt you anymore."
Standing near the door, Xia Yuqing remained silent. Her hands were gently clasped in front of her, her eyes filled with concern. She didn't say anything, knowing that this moment belonged to the mother and son. Besides, comforting people was never her strength. She had no idea what to say, and sometimes, silence said more than words ever could.
