His fingertips applied force, almost pinching her waist tightly.
Tong Ran didn't feel pain; she knew his heart must hurt even more...
He was enduring it all by himself.
He was such a fool; didn't he know that keeping it all in would be even more unbearable?
Tong Ran hooked her arms around his neck and gently kissed the side of his face, "Mo Nanjue, with me here, I won't leave. I absolutely won't leave you."
The man didn't speak, nor did he make any further movement.
His entire handsome face was buried in the crook of her neck, and Tong Ran could feel him inhaling lightly through his nose.
She didn't believe he didn't want to cry...
Ever since Chen An's accident, he had hardly slept well. Every night when she awoke, she would almost always see him on the balcony smoking, one cigarette after another. Even though he had closed the glass door, she could still see the smoke surrounding him...
In the morning, she would find his cigarette box empty.
