C51 She shed tears

She did not wipe her eyes until they dried.

Because he loved her. No matter how great of a blow he took from her, he would always feel sorry for her pitiful appearance.

I took a few long puffs of smoke, then pressed the cigarette into the ashtray and said, "I'm sorry, I can't give you the baby!"

She blinked and wrinkled her nose. There was confusion in her eyes, helplessness, and grievance