The man looked up, with tears in his eyes. They said that real men would not cry easily. Chu Lui was no exception to the rule. He could not even remember the last time he cried.
Women had the right to cry, but men didn't.
At this point, a hand landed on his shoulder. There was a familiar palpitation, a familiar sensation.
He suddenly put down his hand and saw a pale woman, who looked messy but alive.
"Ruoxin…" The man opened his mouth, and it was clear from the shape of his mouth what he was saying.
He was saying Ruoxin; he was calling her name.
He was shaking all over, and his teeth were gritted tightly together.
What was the woman trying to say? However, her throat was burning. Every word she uttered seemed to be cutting her throat, forcing her to remain silent.
"I'm still alive."
She broke into a smile, but the man was crying.
Xia Ruoxin, "Do you know what moves a woman the most in this world?
