Su Muyao wanted to carefully ask about Wei Jinmo's obsession.
So she gently pushed Wei Jinmo, wanting to properly talk to him.
But Wei Jinmo didn't let go of her at all; instead, he held her even tighter, as if he were afraid of something.
At this moment Su Muyao was held tightly in his arms; she could even feel his arms trembling slightly.
"Wife, don't leave me."
Wei Jinmo's voice was hoarse now, carrying a faint tremor.
This Wei Jinmo was a side of him Su Muyao had never seen before.
She had always thought he was the type carefully cultivated by a noble family—noble and elegant, calm and composed, reserved and proper, carrying the unparalleled proud bearing of a great clan.
Indifferent to everything.
She had never expected him to be so different at this moment.
He seemed very fragile, as if he were afraid of something.
Su Muyao's heart instantly softened. "Jin Mo, I'm not leaving. I came here especially to find you."
