It was wonderful, finally being able to be with the one he loved.
It was wonderful, wasn't this something he wouldn't even dare to dream of?
It was wonderful, wasn't this a secretive joy, a two-for-one deal?
But, despite being in the presence of the one he loved, he didn't feel any happiness at the moment, only discomfort, only pain, only humiliation.
"Don't do this..."
Shen Mochen finally spoke up. He lifted Han Muxue, and then picked up the skirt to personally dress her.
His mind was foggy, his heart growing increasingly uncomfortable. Perhaps it was the condemnation of his conscience; such emotions had been absent for a long time.
"You, you think I..."
Han Muxue's face was strained with pain as she lowered her head, sobbing uncontrollably.
"No, I don't despise you… But even if I am a scumbag, seeing a girl cry like this would make me feel guilty."
Shen Mochen said softly.
"You don't need to feel guilty; I did this willingly, I willingly agreed to it!"
