Mo Chen let out a deep sigh and lifted her by the waist to sit on the outdoor sofa next to him.
She sat in the man's embrace, and despite her height advantage, she still appeared petite and delicate in Mo Chen's arms.
"Little Ghost, if there's anything bothering you, tell your brother, hmm?" The man's voice in the night was deep and sensual, overflowing with a sense of security.
Qiao Ruoxin's eyes, damp with tears, met the man's dark pupils: "Mo Chen, you always say I don't love you enough, but maybe, my love is only this much... I've already given you all of it."
There was a slight tremor in the man's dark eyes, though it was barely noticeable.
She leaned against Mo Chen's broad chest and whispered, "My mom told me before their divorce that they had no feelings left for each other and that they only stayed together for me."
Her tears began to fall again, slowly sliding down her cheeks.
"It made me feel like I was just a burden. Am I a stumbling block for them?"
