Stopping in her tracks, she asked softly, "Are you scared?"
"I... I'm not."
Her teeth were chattering, yet she still stubbornly denied it.
Her disguise, her pretense, Song Yunchi could see through it all at a glance. She was still that timid Mengmeng.
Countless times in his dreams, he saw her tear-streaked face, accusing him of how painful it was to give birth to Jingxing, vowing never to have children again.
Every time he awoke, he always felt an inexplicable sense of loss.
Such accusations, he feared he would never hear them again, appearing only in his dreams.
Extending his arm, he enveloped her rigid body in his embrace. Song Yunchi sighed softly, "Don't be afraid, I'm with you."
"Easy for you to say! It doesn't hurt you, of course you're not scared!"
She had long since realized that true empathy simply doesn't exist in this world.
The pain she endured, others could not truly comprehend.
Even if they did, it wouldn't be even a tenth of what she felt.
