Chen Qianmo took her to the doorway, and in a low voice, she said, "Thank you, Mr. Chen."
When she spoke, her voice was already hoarse beyond recognition.
She turned around, opened the car door, and got out.
Chen Qianmo immediately followed her out, sweeping her into his arms. Yan Qingruo, taken aback, exclaimed, "Mr. Chen..."
"Your grandmother just passed away; I simply can't let her depart without peace of mind. Let me take you upstairs," Chen Qianmo couldn't trust her to climb the stairs on her own in her current state.
As he walked, Yan Qingruo's hands didn't know where to rest.
Back when their relationship was good, she would naturally hook her slender arms around his neck.
But now, it was all just pretense...
Her hands gently curled into fists, resting on her abdomen. The thought that life could no longer be nurtured there… pierced Yan Qingruo's heart with a fresh wave of sorrow.