Jane Sampson softly responded with a "hmm," not knowing if he could hear.
She could feel a warm moisture on her neck.
It was his tears.
That year, beneath the ruins, she had never seen his tears.
And now, he was letting his tears fall on her, yet still not letting her see them.
At this moment, Jane Sampson suddenly regretted it again.
She shouldn't have cried in front of him, nor should she have called out in pain.
He must be very sad, probably even sadder than she was.
"James Black." Jane Sampson softly called his name.
"I'm here." James Black responded quickly, but it took several seconds before he lifted his head to look at her again.
The shimmering tears at the corner of her eyes had somehow been wiped away. She was looking at him with her eyebrows slightly furrowed.
