"Nuannuan, is it possible?" Holding her soft little hand, Leng Yan's voice was still low, filled with a strong sense of pleading.
He couldn't watch her stand in front of another man. He wanted to get her back and be with her, growing old together.
He had promised they would always be together, forever in this life and the next. If possible, he hoped that in the next life, she would still be his wife, just without having to suffer so much.
He even considered using the Wen Family to keep her by his side. But it was just a fleeting thought; he didn't want to make her hate him. Unless absolutely necessary, he didn't want to resort to such extreme measures.
Wen Nuan bit her lip, her heartstrings taut. After drinking some warm stomach-soothing porridge, his hands were no longer as cold as before. The warm feeling seemed to melt the icy wall she had deliberately built around her heart, and she almost impulsively turned back to hug him and cry.
