Adam's dry and silky pajamas are like a sponge, Emily's face covered with tears quickly absorbed, all penetrate his cold chest skin, wet feeling his heart dull, as if with the taste of tears, salty unpleasant.

Emily's tears flowed more and more when she was treated so gently by the man.

Adam silently stroked Emily's undulating back, his heart brewing for a long time, not good at comforting people reluctantly found some more appropriate words of comfort.

"I don't blame you."

The first sentence, his sincere words, but for the little woman in his arms, it seems to have little effect, because at the moment Emily is too much to...