Chloe watched as Juztin cried, his tears making him look heartbreakingly vulnerable and beautiful, like a rain-soaked flower.
She felt a sudden wave of panic.
"Juztin, please stop crying, okay?" she pleaded.
"Juztin, it's all my fault...
"Getting lost isn't a big deal. We'll just find our way back."
Truth be told, the way he cried was almost mesmerizing. His tears melted Chloe's heart completely.
Being a three-time Golden Globe winner wasn't just for show. Those eyes, which had captivated audiences time and again, were now brimming with a complex mix of guilt, self-reproach, and sorrow, overflowing like a dam about to burst.
He cried with the same beauty as in his movies.
Chloe remembered that Juztin's first Golden Globe was for a tragic role. His tearful performance had won over countless fans.
"Juztin, would an apology help?" she asked tentatively.
In the livestream chat:
[The usually stoic Golden Globe winner is such a crybaby?]
[I was about to criticize Chloe, but now, her confused look is just too funny]
[Chloe has me speechless. Look at their height difference—doesn’t it seem like a little rabbit trying to console a big bad wolf?]
[...Do you guys really not know? As a decade-long fan of Juztin, I can tell you he really loves to cry. I visited the set once, and he cried silently because he had to eat lunch alone. At a fan meeting, someone said his outfit was ugly, and he cried then, too... we're quite helpless fans...]
[Yes, and Juztin wears sunglasses not to look cool. Old fans know—he's socially anxious...]
[Whoever made him cry should be the one to cheer him up...]
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