Half an hour ago, Wen Sheng was feeling low and gloomy because of the online abuse. But upon seeing Fu Yanlin's worried frown, all the unhappiness vanished in an instant.
She was held tightly in Fu Yanlin's arms, feeling secure and safe.
"Fu Yanlin, please rest assured, those rumors on the internet can't hurt me," Wen Sheng stepped out of Fu Yanlin's embrace, her hand gently brushing across his cheek, finally resting at the corner of his lips, "Only the people I care about have the right to hurt me."
A sharp pang struck the heart of Fu Yanlin, followed by an overwhelming pain. His throat felt as though it was filled with a ball of steel wool, each word he uttered trembling.
"I'm sorry—"
At times like this, Fu Yanlin would always ask himself, why did it have to be that person's son?
If one day he revealed the whole truth about Wen Tingshu to Wen Sheng, would she forgive him?
Fu Yanlin had no confidence at all.
