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.

would

smirked, finding her question hilarious. "She wouldn't cry

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

a lot, which made Damian feel like he couldn't

her head. "She would cry. Just tell me what you

Pearl cried? For sure, he would hug her and try to make her feel better, even though comforting people wasn't his

hoping. He knew he would never really get the chance to comfort

want to believe this. So, he stood up

because of his silence and stood up. "Answer my

"I don't want to."

background isn't as great as hers. I'm

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