Ning Yanan's eyes brimmed red, her complexion gaunt and frightening.
"Yanan, the child is gone, how long will you torment yourself? People have to learn to look forward. You cannot live in hatred forever."
"I know, I know everything you're saying. I just want to do something for him, to pay my last respects to that child. As soon as I personally see Dan Rong sent to prison, I'll rest immediately, you can let me rest as long as you want."
Ning Yanan clenched Mo Xiyan's arm tightly, the pain in her eyes reflecting openly into the man's gaze.
Mo Xiyan's eyes tightened, an indescribable tremor spreading through his heart.
He extended his arm, pulling her into his embrace.
"You're tired, there's no need to force yourself like this, these are things a man should handle."
"..."
The overpowering scent of the man flooded into her nose, Ning Yanan shifted uncomfortably, just about to push him away when Mo Xiyan already stepped back, releasing his arm.