Cool fingers brushed past the tears at the corner of her eyes. The handsome man with a remarkable presence bent his neck, lowered his eyes, and gazed at her, his voice like wrapped in sand, "Why are you crying?"
As he spoke, he held Rong Yan tighter, his arms closing around her, covering her eyes, and whispered gently, "Don't cry. It breaks my heart."
It pains my heart!
It twists tightly, as if the heart has been pulled out and thrown to the ground, crushed under countless car wheels, suffocating intensely with each turn.
"Didn't I come? You are my wife, wherever you are, I will find you. It's just that I was a bit late, not discovering you before you went abroad."
Rong Yan shook her head desperately, her hair at the forehead getting messy. Li Shengxiao gently brushed it behind her ear and asked, "Have you eaten? Are you hungry? Is there any discomfort in your body?"
"...No."
As soon as her voice came out.
Rong Yan was startled.
Her voice was too hoarse and unpleasant.
