His words were harsh yet helpless.
Yet, when the words left his mouth, both of their hearts… ached.
Su Yue pursed her lips, shaking her head. "It's not awkward. You're still Uncle Ming."
She forced a smile.
Ming Ansheng's lips curled upwards and he nodded. "That's good."
His voice was hoarse, her words like sharp knives that pierced his heart.
Su Yue said nothing further. She gazed out the window.
In the ward, when he had calmed down, Ming Ansheng said, "Have a good rest. I'll phone your third brother and third sister-in-law to check their location."
Then he stood up and walked to the door, taking out his phone.
A selfish thought crossed his mind: not to tell them her whereabouts.
When she was in his arms just now, the thought of bringing her away and hiding her from the world even crossed his mind.
Su Yue watched him leave, gritting her teeth. Her tears betrayed her by rolling down her face.
