When Rosiley calmed down, Sachin helped her to the sofa and sat down.
Rosiley couldn't stop sobbing. She looked up and saw Sachin's pitch-black pupils. She lowered her eyes, and her eyelids trembled slightly.
"Don't look at me. I look ugly now." Her voice was hoarse from crying too long.
“Yes, indeed,” Sachin smiled and said.
"Really?" Rosiley was surprised. She raised her head and saw his smile. Only then did she realize that he was just joking.
“No, you are not ugly at all. In my eyes, you are the prettiest.”
His voice was gentle like a warm spring breeze, touching her heart.
"I won't forgive you for calling me ugly even if you say something nice!" Rosiley raised her chin slightly, trying to conceal her smile.
Seeing her arrogant expression, Sachin chuckled. He hugged her more tightly and didn't say anything else.
Rosiley quietly leaned on his chest, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat, and she felt unprecedentedly calm.
After a long time, she slowly said, "I didn't push Rorey."
“Yes, I know."
His low voice was in a tone of absolute trust.
"If I knew that she would be so ruthless to use her child to frame me, I would definitely give her the camera!" She cried again.
Sachin gently stroked her hair and said softly, “Even if you give her the camera, she will still come up with another way to frame you.’
Sachin let go of her and held her shoulder with both hands. He lowered his head to look at her and said word by word, "She was going to give up that child anyway, so it wasn't your fault."
Hearing this, Rosiley's eyes couldn't help get touched. It turned out that he understood why she was crying so sadly.
In M City, the moment Rorey fell backwards, there was only one thought in her mind. She couldn't let the baby get hurt, so she reached out to grab her.