Mo Xiuchen was gently wiping away her tears as he spoke softly to her, "If our meeting, knowing, and loving each other is the arrangement of fate, something that no one can break apart, then I believe that every hardship is just a test to our love."
"Ranran, you are so strong. You've been accepting treatments optimistically by yourself, you can do the same with me by your side too, right?"
Mo Xiuchen's voice was gentle yet sad.
"I don't need you to accompany me,"
Wen Ran's voice choked with sorrow.
Her tears simply could not be wiped away, they only seemed to increase with each attempt.
Hiding the pain in his eyes, Mo Xiuchen spoke in a deep and gentle voice, "Ranran, it's me who needs you."
It was not her who needed him but him who needed her.
He loved her and couldn't afford to lose her. He had thought about the worst outcome. If there came a day when she had to leave him, he would be right there with her.
He would never leave her alone.
