Qin Wan's anger suddenly dissipated with Mu Shaocheng's words, "Wanwan, I love you, I miss you."
She looked at him for two seconds, then suddenly buried her face in his chest and started to cry uncontrollably.
Mu Shaocheng kept tenderly calling her name, "Wanwan, I'm sorry."
Qin Wan cried with profound sadness, with heartache.
Her tears soaked the fabric on his chest as she cried and chided him, "You still haven't said, you won't leave me again."
"Mu Shaocheng, say it."
"Say you won't leave me again, that you'll always be by my side."
"Life is just a few short decades, and if something unexpected happens, I might not even have a few decades. Do you want to come back next time only to find I'm not here anymore?"
"Don't say such things."
He frowned and said.
Qin Wan insisted on speaking, "I'm not wrong. Just last week, I went to the funeral of a college classmate. She was not even thirty years old when she died of illness."
