"General Yue, don't cry."

Min Rou took a paper towel and wiped Yue's tears. He kept comforting him: "You should have been bitten by a dog."

"I, I do not cry, uncomfortable ah, bitten by the dog, it is not the pain now ah."

Yue always couldn't take back the tears of regret, released Min Rou and threw himself on the pillow, crying louder and louder.

Min Rou didn't know how to persuade her, but accompanied her to tears.

After crying for a while, Yue Zitong felt much better. He sat up and leaned on the bed, looked up at the ceiling, and asked hoarsely, "Xiaorou, what do you think...