When leaving, an expensive suit showed no sign of creases.
When coming back, the clothes were in disarray.
Dusty and worn.
The man squatted slightly in front of the bed, looked at Jiang Muwan, and reached out to stroke her head.
Then he reached out and pulled the sobbing person into his arms.
"There, there, be good, don't cry, don't cry, I'm back now, aren't I?"
"There's some problem at the company. Cao Yan and the others couldn't resolve it. I went to take a look and came back as fast as I could after fixing it."
"I feel awful," Jiang Muwan's crying didn't stop.
"I know, I know."
Every day more goes out than comes in, and throughout the day she can't eat much; whatever she eats, she throws up. Even as a grown man watching this is distressing, let alone Jiang Muwan.
Gu Jiangnian! It's heart-wrenching.
He wished he could take this suffering for Jiang Muwan.
As of March 27th.
Jiang Muwan had lost twelve pounds.
