Momo's vision suddenly became blurry.
She couldn't see the man's sharply carved features, couldn't see the deep affection, firmness, and resolve in his eyes; she just felt so uncomfortable.
She couldn't even tell if it was her physical discomfort or her heartache that was worse.
Ye Zhan understood her so well.
Without her needing to say a word, he understood everything.
Seeing that her eyes were wet, the man tightened his arms around her, holding her closely, and lowered his head to kiss her forehead.
Momo's body stiffened.
The man's husky voice pleaded in her ear, "Momo, promise me, not to leave me."
Ye Zhan, why bother?
She looked at him through blurry, tear-filled eyes.
He's so outstanding, so good; why must he be dragged down by her...
Momo didn't know when those reporters left.
She was taken by Ye Zhan to the rooftop lounge.
Ye Zhan poured water and fed Momo her medicine.
