Although Song Wanqing's tear-red eyes were heart-wrenching, Qiao Ran's repressed, chillingly stubborn gaze made it feel as if one's heart was being torn apart, making it difficult to breathe.
The vacant silence of Wen Shimo raised an ominous premonition in the bottom of Song Wanqing's heart.
Could it be that her crying too much had caused his weariness?
"Mom, before I can stand up on my own, don't pressure Shimo. As long as I remain disabled for one day, I won't marry Shimo for that day. I refuse to be Shimo's burden," Song Wanqing sniffled, her voice stubborn yet resolute.
"Shimo, is my daughter Wanqing a burden to you? If Wanqing can't stand up, will you no longer marry her?" Xu Xueman asked with tearful eyes.
"No, Wanqing has never been my burden," Wen Shimo said, his gaze tenderly falling on Song Wanqing's face: "No matter whether you can stand up or not, as long as you're willing, I will marry you!"
This was his past promise to Song Wanqing; he would not break his word.