They all came pouring out at once.
It wasn't just for the humiliation my mother and father caused. It was for everything. It was the relief that rolled out of my bones for finally getting the words from my chest.
I felt Yichen's hand rubbing slow, soothing circles on my back. He didn't shush me. He didn't tell me to be strong. He just held me, letting me shatter against me.
I don't even know why I am crying in public.
"You're okay," he kept on whispering, his voice a low rumble by my ear as he continued to pat my back.
I could hear whispers around me, from Qiao Mei and the guys but I could pull my head out of his embrace and speak to them. I should tell them I was fine, but I was too tired to speek to anyone right now.
All of a sudden I felt him scoop me into his arms, the blinding light from chandeliers coming into view as I stared up at him shock.
But I soon found myself again, I nuzzled into his chest, my arms around his neck.
