They hugged each other tightly, with Nanzhi's tears falling on his neck, gradually cooling from their initial warmth. Shen Wenchen, too, began to shed tears.
"Nannan, can you, forgive me?"
Shen Wenchen's voice was hoarse as he said this, tinged with caution.
Nannan's emotions were off this time, and he could guess a bit of the reason.
Without waiting for Nanzhi's response, Shen Wenchen felt somewhat dejected.
"Hmm..."
Nanzhi hummed, her arms around him tightening.
At first, she resented Shen Wenchen.
She resented him for abandoning his wife, child, and parents.
But now, she couldn't resent him any longer.
She had personally experienced how powerful the plot could be and couldn't blame Shen Wenchen for his actions.
"Nannan, I've missed you so much..." Shen Wenchen whispered, inhaling the scent that belonged to Nanzhi, his voice full of yearning, like a child retrieving a precious treasure.
"Let go of me... your stubble is tickling me so much."