All Of Them Were Fools

Mo Yixuan looked at the door. One sight only made his face dim and gloomy.

A touch of deep disgust flashed through that eyes as well.

Ye Hao almost rushed in. He stretched out his arm, pushing Mo Yixuan back hard, who was standing beside his wife. He said angrily, "Fuck off!"

Mo Yixuan was pushed several steps back by him. He gritted his teeth, his long and thin fingers tightly clenched. That deep hatred came from the bone marrow, as if it could never disperse.

Ye Hao squatted down again, looking anxiously at his wife in front of him. Seeing her dull eyes and tear-stained face, he convulsed all of a sudden, sinking into a kind of extreme self-reproach and guilt. He put his hand on her forehead. When he touched the freezing cold skin, a touch of deep pain grew in his eyes.

It was all his fault. It was he who didn't protect her well. It was also because that he hadn't come in time that she got wronged.