Wu Xuewei only frowned and did not pay attention to his words. She also did not notice his tone and the worry in his eyes. Her gaze was only fixed on his hand that was holding her tightly. “Let go.”
Feng Churui’s gaze slid down and landed on his own hand. Then, he let go of his hand as if he was moving in slow motion. The corners of his lips curled up. “Okay.”
If she didn’t want him to touch her, then he wouldn’t touch her.
He was really fine with it. He was just afraid that she would continue to be so depressed.
He felt very sad that she had lost her child because it was also his first child.
In particular, the child’s loss was indirectly caused by him. This made him want to cut himself into a thousand pieces to let her vent her hatred.
Unfortunately, she didn’t need anything. She didn’t need his care, and... She didn’t need him.
