In the end he silently sighed, his thin lips tightened, "If you want to vent, go ahead, Mingchen will spar with you, practice for a bit."
But, unexpectedly, the typically impulsive and cocky Di Mingjue did not lose his temper or become frantic.
He merely turned to look at the doctor and said, "I understand."
Those words, 'I understand,' were serene and firm like an immovable, rooted boulder, incredibly reassuring.
He stood there quietly, watching Gu Qibao. His clenched fist was already turning blue. His tall and lean figure was like a giant mountain, suddenly so magnificent, capable enough to bear the weight of the title 'husband.'
But Di Mingchen clearly saw the intense, persistent pain in his usually indifferent and deep eyes, transforming into a tear that fell and landed on Gu Qibao's face.
Di Mingchen let out a silent sigh, his heart aching slightly along with his.
Once a person is put at the forefront of your heart, what you bear is the weight of two people.
