Forgive You? On What Basis?

Song Wenchuan's eyes flashed. It was only a moment of compassion, but it was quickly captured by Song Jingwan.

She suddenly threw herself into Song Wenchuan's arms and hugged his waist tightly. Boiling hot tears kept gushing out of her eyes, soaking his thin shirt.

It was so hot that it hurt his skin.

"Wenchuan, please forgive me this once... I really know that I'm wrong. I have nothing left: my father, mother, and brother don't seem to need me anymore. If that's the case, what's the point of living?"

Her tone was filled with despair.

Song Wenchuan's brows twitched, and his thin lips pursed tightly. "Don't talk nonsense."

He had already moved out of Song Manor, but he had a vague idea of how good Zhou Manli was to Song Weiwei. She felt guilty, so it was normal for her to want to make up for it.

But for some reason, Song Wenchuan inexplicably thought of Song Yaoyao.