Take good care of her

Tears swam in Wen Ran's eyes as her fingers slowly unfurled under Wen Jin's grip. The strength with which she bit her lip was intensifying bit by bit.

"Ranran, you can't keep hurting yourself like this."

Seeing the glaring bloodstains in her palms, Wen Jin's eyes abruptly contracted. That blood was not fresh; it must have been from when they were in the hotel room, a fact he had remained unaware of at the time.

She was using physical pain to alleviate the suffocating heartache. But this degree of physical pain was completely ineffectual against the torture in her heart, which felt like a laceration.

"Brother, I don't know what to do?"

Wen Ran couldn't control herself anymore after hearing his worried and reproachful words, and she began to cry inconsolably.

The helplessness in her voice tugged mercilessly at Wen Jin's heartstrings.