Evil always comes from courage

When I finished speaking, a moment later he lowered his head and his voice suddenly became choked. He wiped away his tears and sobbed in a very humble and apologetic tone;

"Yes, I'm sorry, but please let me cry. I just can't stop. Please let me cry."

The voice trembled, as if the weakness broke the embankment and turned into a flood. My heart seemed to be broken all of a sudden. All the previous complaints and dissatisfaction flew away, leaving nothing behind.

My original The pretense of arrogance and tone disappeared without a trace. I softened my tone and stretched out my hand, only to find that my hand was also shaking.

Ah, I am such a terrible person. God knows what sufferings he has gone through. , but I was treating him with such an arrogant and terrible attitude. I was simply more hateful than those indifferent people.

My conscience turned into a villain, and she viciously scolded me for my indifference in my heart. I hugged him gently, grabbed his hand, and wiped the oil stains on it with the hem of my skirt. I imitated my mother's comforting tone and tried my best to comfort me softly;

"No, it's me who should be sorry. Come, hold my hand, let me warm you, please don't be afraid anymore, everything has passed, now you are here, a safe and warm place, a place where you don't have to worry about thirst or hunger."

At this moment, I just want to do my best. I am full of apologies, regrets, and deep self-blame.

He was moved by my sincerity. He sobbed for a long time, seemed to have calmed down a little, and looked at me with red eyes and asked ;

"Gosh, can I ask anyone else besides me?"

How dare I look at him, that sad look sucked the air away, I lowered my head and didn't dare to look at him, and said weakly with red eyes;

"Sorry, we only found you."

When he heard what I said, he couldn't stop crying again. I tried to wipe away his tears, but the tears kept flowing and couldn't be stopped.

"I already... don't know what to do……"

That trembling voice was so painful. He must have lost too much, and I no longer knew what to do. I looked at him with worried and sad eyes, but I felt a deep powerlessness. I don't even know how to comfort him to make him feel better.

He seemed to have noticed my troubled expression, and immediately turned his back to me, desperately wiping away the tears that he couldn't stop, and apologized to me in that gentle and loving voice;

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I can't stop the tears."

It's me who should apologize, it's us. There was a voice shouting in my heart. I hugged him from behind. My voice was trembling and timid, but I still whispered gently in his ear;

"I'm sorry for the bad tone I used before. Please cry loudly. I will hold you. Please don't cry suppressed. You must have experienced something terrible."

He immediately burst into tears. I don't know if it was because his back was turned to me. He was crying hysterically and without reservation, as if he wanted to vent the anger accumulated in his chest, the injustice of fate, and taking away his beloved. People and things.

But when he choked out words, his voice was so gentle and helpless;

"I'm sorry, I wish I wasn't the one who survived, I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do to help."

I couldn't help but hug him tighter, and could only comfort him with shallow words. He was clearly here at this moment, but I felt that the distance between us was so far away. I felt like I was in his cry. I saw a ship sinking gradually to the bottom of the sea, feeling lonely and sad

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, please forgive yourself for being so powerless, this shouldn't be your fault."

If there is any good medicine in this world that can comfort others, then I hope I can get it at this moment, so that the poor gentleman in front of me will not cry in such pain.