Disappointed, Gigi bent over to pick up the smashed pieces on the floor.

Suddenly, Damian squatted down beside her. "Be careful," he said gently, showing concern.

Gigi looked up helplessly, tears welling in her eyes.

"Why are you crying? It's just a broken bowl. I'm not mad." Damian tenderly wiped away her tears. But his touch only made her cry harder.

"You cry so easily. It's like a leaky faucet that won't stop," he remarked with a hint of amusement.

Damian had seen her cry many times before. She was a crybaby, and he was used to it. But whenever she cried, he felt he couldn't do much but wait for her to stop. This time, Gigi cried for a shorter period, which was unusual. After she finished crying, she sniffed and tried to sound more calm. She managed not to twitch at least.

to compose herself. "What would

question hilarious. "She wouldn't

rose. But Gigi was different, more fragile like a daisy

lot, which made Damian feel like he

shook her head. "She would cry. Just tell

sure, he would hug her and try

just him hoping. He knew he would never really get the chance

want to believe this. So, he stood up and silently threw the pieces away into the trash

anxious because of his silence and

"I don't want to."

great as hers. I'm not as special or pretty as her..." But she apologized quickly, her voice trembling.

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