Ling Yuanhang stood there, staring at the two people in front of him. His heart ached, painfully ached, a type of pain that permeated into his bones and was forcibly ripped out. He hadn't felt such pain since his biological mother passed away, always believing that he could face any storm with a smile. Yet, ultimately, he couldn't.
"Xinxin, come here!" His tone was still gentle, but now it carried an undeniable authority.
Suxin's heart thumped painfully. The day had finally come, cruel, yes, very cruel! She would rather have Yuanhang lash out at her and storm off in anger instead of now, calling her "Xinxin" with a smile yet still so affectionately.
Step by step, she walked toward Ling Yuanhang, but "snap," she was pulled back by Chen Ziqian, "Don't go!" His voice was still hoarse, yet filled with determination.
Suxin stopped in her tracks, looking at Chen Ziqian; his gaunt eyes tugged at her heart.
"Xinxin, come here!" Ling Yuanhang's voice rose again.
