Wen Xin had grown accustomed to bearing everything herself from a young age, even becoming a protector for others.
Nobody like Mu Chengxi, who protected her, had ever appeared before.
She knew Mu Chengxi was always doing his best to protect her, but she still felt afraid and worried — she feared she would end up alone in the end.
But today, Mu Chengxi made her certain, she could be sure that Mu Chengxi was serious, heartfelt, and truly someone who would not abandon her.
Mu Chengxi wrapped his arms around Wen Xin's body, feeling the dampness on his shoulder.
He tightly held Wen Xin in his embrace, as if trying to merge her into his body.
Wen Huai sat in the living room, his hands clasped tightly on his lap, feeling somewhat uneasy.
He didn't know if not telling Wen Xin about his injury would make her blame him, nor was he clear if his injury would disappoint her.
