Many times, Jiang Jingheng felt that all the tenderness in his life was given to her.
The life and death, joys and sorrows of others, he could disregard, but not when it came to her.
She was his very heart and soul, any harm to her would cause him deep suffering.
Even though it was her fault, he couldn't bear to blame her.
Mu Yan felt that she really wasn't crying to seek his forgiveness, she simply wanted to cry.
In the past, she didn't think she was a crybaby, but somehow, in his presence, she was always so fragile.
Mu Yan found she couldn't eat anymore.
Jiang Jingheng carried her back to the room, and Mu Yan just stared at him dazedly, saying nothing, doing nothing, but all her attention was on him.
Jiang Jingheng felt that the hardships he went through recently were worth it, otherwise how could he have her wholehearted devotion now?
"Are you tired?" he asked.
Mu Yan shook her head, she couldn't get enough of looking at him, how could she sleep?
