Sarah's cry was very soft, more like a silent whimper. Compared with the heart-wrenching wailing, this kind of cry was more heartbreaking.
Peter's brows were tightly furrowed, his face solemn, and his hands were like a tireless machine, rising and falling with endless tenderness.
He had a feeling that there was another reason why she was crying, but he didn't ask and just accompanied her silently.
I don’t know how long it took, but Sarah’an’s crying gradually faded away, leaving only the occasional sobbing.
The voice-activated light had long been off.
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