Chapter 849 - Chapter 849: The Wedding I Owe You (3) (1/2)

Chapter 849: The Wedding I Owe You (3)

Anhao, who had returned to her room, did not have it easy. She thought that she could maintain the strength and demeanor she had in front of An Ping and Old Master An just now, that she could not care less.

However, in her eyes and heart, she was thinking about how Anhao felt uneasy because An Ping suspected that she had said something to Anxin. It was all because of the look An Ping had given her.

It was as if he was a sword wielder who had returned to haggle over every single detail with a pitiful adopted daughter. It was as if he had revealed the truth in front of everyone in the An family, and at the same time, he would cause the entire An family to be in turmoil. It was as if his return was wrong, as if he was the culprit who caused all these mistakes.

She could abandon her, she could deny it, she could die suddenly, and she could also let others call her mother.

The only thing Anhao couldn’t stand was the look that Anping had given her.

After entering the room, Anhao stood in the room with her back facing Zuo Hancheng. Her shoulders, which seemed calm at the beginning, were trembling. It was not until Zuo Hancheng suddenly pushed her away that he saw Anhao, who rarely cried in front of him, crying like a sea. She was no longer the warrior she was when she was outside. She was a fragile, helpless, sad, and sad girl who did not know what to do.

The last time Anhao had cried in front of him was the only time she had ever cried before. It was when he was extremely angry and had picked her up from Rong Qian on the way back to Liu Jing Garden. In the car, she was afraid and sad. She even wanted to exaggerate and scare him, so she cried loudly at him. At that time, although Anhao cried endlessly, she was mostly angry and coquettish.

However, Anhao was really sad now. Her tears were like a dam that had broken its banks and poured out. Under Zuo Hancheng’s gaze, she seemed unwilling to admit the small wounds that were hidden in her heart. Although these wounds were small and seemed to have healed a long time ago, the pain hidden deep inside was like a needle piercing into her heart.

“If you want to cry, come to my arms and cry.” Zuo Hancheng placed his hand on the back of her head and pulled her into his arms.

Anhao didn’t resist. When her head was pressed against his shoulder, she was afraid that her tears would drown the wound on his shoulder, so she suddenly moved on his shoulder and turned her head to bury her face on his other shoulder. At the same time, she grabbed his sleeves tightly. Tears fell in large streams, from the silent tears at the beginning to the sobs. In the end, she suddenly burst into tears as if she was indulging herself and venting her anger.

She cried for her mother, who had fallen into a pool of blood when she was 14 years old and bid farewell to her with a weak gaze. She cried for her unclear background and the life that she lived in the Gu family, which was worse than a pet dog.

She cried about how her life was almost ruined because of her wrong outlook on life, and about the fear she had suffered for no reason.

He cried for the pitiful person who hid in the corner and hugged his mother’s photo in the dark. He cried for the person who finally saw his mother after more than eight years, but refused to lower his head because of hatred. However, because he acted too strongly, his mother mistakenly thought that he wanted to come back and fight for something.

Zuo Hancheng could hear Anhao’s cries. This girl had never cried so freely before.

It wasn’t like the half-crying and half-acting she had done in the car to scare him off. She was really crying. Her cries were incessant, as if she was heartbroken.

Zuo Hancheng’s hand was firmly placed on the back of her head. The warmth in his palm gave her comfort and strength. It was the only thing that Anhao trusted and could not let go of.