Hao Yansen stared at her seriously, his voice low and tender, "I should be the one to say it because I'm more afraid of you leaving me than you are."
Mo Jun's smile suddenly froze.
Her eyes inexplicably felt a little sour...
All along, she thought she was the one who loved humbly, who feared losing this relationship the most.
But now, she felt Hao Yansen's unease.
Just one sentence from him made her feel his strong anxiety...
His unease was the same as hers, both were very afraid of losing each other.
Just the thought of being apart one day felt worse than death.
"Hao Yansen, are you the same? When you think of us separating, does it make you sad, even feeling worse than death?" Mo Jun asked him softly.
"Yes." Hao Yansen's eyes darkened, his voice seemed strained, "In fact, I never dare to think about this issue."
But this issue was like a thorn that would occasionally prick him.
