He Chen had always felt his life was full of hardships and misfortune.
So, he never put himself in someone else's shoes to feel sorry for others, especially women.
Because the weak don't deserve sympathy.
Yet now, he didn't sympathize with Yin Mo, but felt an extreme heartache for her.
This emotion came so suddenly that it made his heart clench into a tight knot.
At that moment, He Chen almost desperately wanted to lay the whole world at Yin Mo's feet for her to choose.
Whatever she wanted, he was willing to offer it up with both hands.
He Chen rarely embraced Yin Mo so seriously, without any reckless or frivolous behavior, just holding her deeply in his arms, tighter and tighter.
In this tiny and dusty apartment with barely any space to stand, He Chen held Yin Mo in front of the window, unwilling to let go for a long time.
A few minutes later, the man bent down and kissed the top of Yin Mo's head, his gaze interwoven with obscure and complex shadows, "Go pack up."
