Mo Xiuchen knew that even if Wen Ran proposed divorce, she still loved him in her heart.
He really wished she cared about him enough not to leave. He hoped she could be stronger, more indifferent to those things...
Wen Ran's movements were light, gentle. Her tender fingers softly caressing the tears at the corner of his eyes, seemed to silently tell him how much she loved him.
She focused and stubbornly wiped away his tears, regardless of her own tear-streaked face. Her voice trembled as she softly called his name: "Xiuchen."
Mo Xiuchen's lips were tightly pressed together. The moment his tears were wiped away, he looked past her delicate figure and saw the room filled with newspapers.
His eyes suddenly pained, and his tall figure stiffened.
Wen Ran turned her head and glanced at the newspapers all over the floor, curving the corners of her mouth into a desolate smile. Mo Xiuchen's heart tightened at the sight.