"I promise you," Mo Xiuchen said, causing Wen Ran to shed tears, falling like rain.
All her love and pain surged like a tidal wave, crashing against her nerves, finding no outlet. It seemed that only through her tears could she vent.
"Ranran, don't cry."
Mo Xiuchen felt so heartbroken that it seemed he couldn't breathe. Other than holding her tightly, he didn't know how to comfort her.
He pulled her out of his arms, lowered his head, and kissed her tears away.
Her warm, salty tears were full of her deep love for him. He kissed her again and again, but couldn't dry her tears. He couldn't help but feel frustrated and blamed himself.
He shouldn't have mentioned past events, making Ranran heartbroken.
In the thirty years of his life, aside from his childhood memories of his mother, Wen Ran was the first woman to be so good to him. In fact, her love for him surpassed even his mother's.
