Jun Moyan stood still, watching Wen Xiao'ai sit on the swing chair, her head bowed, secretly wiping her tears, and his heart felt stifled.
Seeing Jun Moyan just standing there and watching her, Wen Xiao'ai, not knowing what he was thinking, called out to him:
"Come push me."
Jun Moyan didn't say a word, walked over, stood behind the swing chair, and gently pushed it.
Wen Xiao'ai sat on the swing, her mood still gloomy.
In the evening, Jun Moyan was working in the study while Wen Xiao'ai accompanied him for a while before heading to the backyard to look at the swing chair again.
She even called out Baozi from the bell and shared her grievances with him.
"Sister, don't be sad. Brother Ye Qi is doing it for your good, afraid you won't endure the Heavenly Tribulation in the future, and also afraid of you facing various public opinions. He definitely won't abandon you, just angry with you."
