"I'm your husband, I'll be with you for the rest of your life. You don't have to put up a strong front in front of me or have any reservations."
Qiao Mianmian cried even harder against his warm, sturdy chest when she heard that reassurance.
She remembered the times her mother was still around.
The times Qiao Ruhai still pampered her as a daughter.
The more she recalled, the sadder she got…
All the negative emotions she'd held inside were released at once.
She held Mo Yesi and cried for the longest time.
…
In the end, Mo Yesi had to carry her into the car.
She'd cried for so long, there was nothing left in her.
It felt more tiring than running a few kilometers at one go.
In the car.
Mo Yesi did not let go of her. He held her in his arms, anyway.
Qiao Mianmian had gone all weak and was leaning against him limply.
