A moment later, the door opened.
Wen Ran stood inside the door, her eyes reddened.
Mo Xiuchen looked at her intensely, raised his hand, but never reached out to wipe her tears. Instead, he handed her the keys.
Wen Ran silently accepted the car keys, lowered her eyelashes, and avoided Mo Xiuchen's caring gaze.
"Ranran, give me some time, I will sort out things from the past."
At his words, Wen Ran, who had been bowing her head, suddenly raised it again. There was panic and astonishment in her eyes. She wanted to say something, but changed her words at the last moment: "Xiuchen, forget the past if you have forgotten it. There's no need to deliberately recall it. As long as you're doing well now, nothing else matters."
Wen Ran's voice was soft and calm, but every word was a heartfelt concern, which easily touched Mo Xiuchen's heart.
