“Woo, woo, woo…” A wounded heart, now as fragile as crystal glass, Mimi could no longer hold back, her emotions completely out of control, and tears began to roll out of her eyes. “What are these clothing store employees up to? Huh! Is that you?!” Gu Feiyang recognized her at a glance. Oh my goodness! He finally saw this little woman who had been making him restless all day! This hateful culprit—huh? She’s crying? Gu Feiyang grabbed her delicate shoulder, seeing her crying so heartbrokenly, he thought she had been hurt. “Are you in pain? Where did you get hurt? Let me take a look.” His tone was surprisingly gentle, even he found it unbelievable. “Woo woo… woo…” Mimi shook her head helplessly, crying and not bothering to look up at him, completely unaware of the identity of the man she had bumped into. “Is it really that painful? I’ll take you to see a doctor—” Her crying tugged at Gu Feiyang’s heart and hurt his heart; if possible, he would rather bear all her pain. Mimi anxiously reached out and grabbed his clothes’ corner, “No—no… woo woo… not…” A sharp pain surged in his heart, “Then… what happened? Why are you crying so sadly?” “No… I’m fine, really fine… this is just the fate of a poor person…” she sobbed. The fate of a poor person?
In his eyes, anything that could be solved with money was a trivial matter, and her… Gu Feiyang clenched his fist, desperately restraining the impulse to hold her delicate body in his arms and cherish her. He so wanted to comfort her, so wanted to remove all her difficulties…
“I, I’m leaving now, thank you… thank you.” Mimi’s vision was blurred by tears, looking listlessly at the ground, dejected like a stray dog. She was so sad she wanted to die, so ashamed she wanted to hide in outer space.
This was the first time in her life she deeply felt the sorrow and helplessness of being poor, and the self-respect and dignity of the poor would probably be trampled underfoot by these petty merchants forever…
