In the end, Vinson placed Arielle’s head on his shoulders while she cried her heart out.
In fact, the man was a clean freak and would never have tolerated his clothes being stained. However, he had taken the initiative to lend Arielle his shoulders, completely not minding the tears and mucus that would get onto his shirt. It was as if his germophobia had been cured.
Initially, Arielle was just crying silently, but slowly, she started sobbing. Eventually, she started wailing out loud. What she was releasing was a combination of stress, helplessness, anxiety, and all kinds of emotions that she had accumulated lately.
Many people had asked Arielle about the qualities her ideal partner should possess. However, she did not ask for much. All she wanted was simply a shoulder for her to cry on-a man whom she could be vulnerable with and who accepted her for who she was.
After a long while, Arielle finally calmed down.
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