Love Gambit: The Untouchable Tycoon is So Dangerous

Chapter 669 - 674: Murong Jialan VS Lou Xining 11

Maybe, it was because, at this moment, she was so breathtakingly beautiful?

Her small face, the size of a palm, was almost translucently fair.

Even at this close distance, there was not a trace of pores.

Like a newborn baby, like a smooth white boiled egg.

In short, a state of delicate beauty that could break with a touch.

Already so beautiful, yet her thick, curly eyelashes were still adorned with teardrops.

Her moist large eyes looked at him so eagerly.

This pitiful look made Lou Xining’s heart skip a beat!

An impulse arose from nowhere, prompting Lou Xining to stretch out his long arm and abruptly pull Alan into his arms!

He held her, opened his mouth, his voice slightly bitter.

"If you’re sad, just cry it out... No one will laugh at you. Here, there are no outsiders."

Many people look for various ways to vent when they’re sad, many hold back their tears, this seemingly strong behavior is actually imprisoning their hearts, burying their feelings deeper and deeper.

Lou Xining advocated a more open therapeutic approach.

He would encourage his patients to cry.

Have a good cry.

The heart would feel much better.

But for Alan.

Crying was useless.

In some respects, Alan, Xiangsi, and Xiao Ge were all strong enough.

No matter how strong they were, it was because they had learned to cry when they were very young, and only then did they learn to be strong.

Learning to cry is easy, but learning to be strong is an experience beyond what ordinary people can imagine.

Alan cried when she was little too, but crying was useless, there was no one to hold her.

So, she learned to drink, transferring her attention.

But now it’s different.

Someone gave her a hug, someone told her, if you cry, you’ll feel better.

She no longer held back, suddenly collapsing into Lou Xining’s arms, crying her heart out!

"Waa!..."

Her gut-wrenching cries echoed in the room.

Alan hugged Lou Xining, not seeing him as a man, but as a support.

Or perhaps, no different from the dolls at home.

The only difference was that this doll moved, was warm, and could hold her.

Listening to Alan’s cries, Lou Xining felt it deeply, far beyond what he would feel for a patient.

His heart ached.

It ached a lot.

He hadn’t realized how much her face blindness had harmed her.

How did she manage to endure all these years alone?

She must have been very sad, having endured all these years.

And it was at this moment, for the first time, Lou Xining had the desire to completely cure Alan’s illness!

Clenching his teeth tightly, the bitterness deepened.

He realized it.

His current heartache had far surpassed the original intent of a doctor.

Gently patting her back, Lou Xining looked out the window, his eyes unprecedentedly deep.

Outside, it had started raining heavily without him noticing.

The transparent windows of the twenty-ninth-floor high-rise were washed spotless by the rain.

Inside, the figures embracing each other grew increasingly blurry...

A good cry.

Alan had never cried so heartily as today.

It was only today that she understood, crying doesn’t necessarily mean weakness, it can also be a form of release.

...

Sitting on the heavy carpet, her back against the sofa, hugging a cushion, and holding a warm cup of water in her hand.