Mo Han vaguely heard his own phone ring. It had to be from the people at the meeting just now, but Mo Han did not pick it up. For the first time, he avoided work-related matters, chose to let the phone continue ringing, and gently spoke into Xia Qingyi's ear, "That's not your fault… It's okay… It's all in the past…"
Mo Han did not know what she had experienced in the past to cause her to be in such pain today. The last time she cried was when she had a dream, and she could not remember the dream after waking up at all and could only cry. Mo Han guessed that the scene from the dream was probably similar to the one today.
He only felt distressed hugging Xia Qingyi's trembling body; he did not wish for her to remember the memories from the past.
"I'll take you home, go back and get a good sleep. Don't think anymore," Mo Han pulled Xia Qingyi away and wiped the tear streaks off her face.
