An Ruo stared at him blankly, not knowing what to say.
"I've worked so hard, and I thought that once this was over, I could treat you well, treat our child well. I wanted to build a family with you, raise Kangkang together, watch him get married and have kids, and then grow old with you until we both pass away."
"But why didn't things turn out as I hoped? Why, despite my efforts to hold onto you, can I not… An Ruo, am I really going to lose you completely?"
Tang Yuchen's shoulders trembled slightly, his body tensed as if he was crying.
An Ruo's pupils constricted—was he really crying?
He was absolutely the type of person who would rather bleed than shed tears. If he cried, it must mean he was hurt to the extreme and utterly unwilling to let go.
Otherwise, he wouldn't cry.
An Ruo tilted her head back slightly and took a deep breath.
Her throat felt uncomfortably choked. She preferred him to be fierce toward her, to dominate her, rather than see him show his genuine feelings.
