"Mo Yesi, I don't want to divorce you. I don't want to leave you. I feel so sad when I think about how I won't have you by my side in the future."
Mo Yesi's heart ached when he saw her crying like this, but her words made him unsure whether to laugh or cry.
He took out a handkerchief and wiped her tears. "So, this is why you sat in the garden for the whole afternoon?"
Qiao Mianmian sobbed. "I'm just very upset. Mo Yesi, you haven't answered me. If I really can't get pregnant, what do you think we should do? If they really want us to divorce, what will you do?"
The man stopped wiping her tears.
He put the handkerchief aside and used his fingers to gently wipe the tears on her face. Only when he wiped her wet face completely did he ask in a low and sexy voice, "Are you worried that you can't get pregnant, or are you worried that I'll divorce you?"
