She lowered her head while clutching his leg desperately with one hand, the other pressed against her aching chest. She was crying so pitifully that it would move anyone to sympathy.

Samuel looked down at her from his towering height.

As he felt a twinge of softness, he wanted to bend down and lift her up.

But she was no longer the person he would spoil unconditionally.

She didn't deserve it.

If she liked to sit on the ground crying, she should just continue ...