"You always run on your own, and when you can move, you carry me with you. But when you can't, you leave me behind and run on your own. You never think about letting me run with you... As your wife, your pillow companion, I don't even know as much about your illness as Luo Hongying does... Tell me, isn't that ridiculous? And aren't you... very cruel?"
As she spoke, she laughed, her small face pale. The cold wind blew over her slender and fragile body, as if it could sweep her away at any moment, disappearing completely in front of him.
Mo Shiche's heart clenched violently, the pain causing his brain to go blank for a few seconds. He couldn't help but step forward. "Come and sit here first, I'll agree to anything,"
