He held her, like a child, gently comforting, "Melody, no one will blame you. If not for special reasons, you definitely wouldn't have done this."
He patted Melody Parker's back again and again, his voice infinitely gentle, "Melody, if you want to cry, just cry. I'm here."
Melody Parker thought she wouldn't cry.
Because during that time in Whitehill, because of longing and remorse, she had already shed too many, too many tears.
But under Neal Galan's soothing comfort, under his solid and warm chest like a brother, she couldn't help but cry.
