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.

herself. "What would

her question hilarious. "She wouldn't

strong and resilient, like a rose. But Gigi was different, more fragile like

Gigi cried a lot, which made Damian feel

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

cried? For sure, he would hug

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

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."

family background isn't as great as hers. I'm not as special or pretty as her..." But she apologized quickly, her voice trembling. "I'm sorry, Dame. I was over

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