Bao Yancheng's hand on Wen Wanzi's shoulder tightened, then tightened again, as if he were grappling with something deep inside.
In truth, he didn't have any other choice.
If his presence would affect Wen Wanzi's health, the only option left for him was to leave her side.
This was the retribution for his own sins.
Bao Yancheng let out an imperceptible sigh, his expression heavy as he spoke with solemn commitment.
"Alright, I understand. I'll make sure she returns for a follow-up checkup on time."
Wen Wanzi clasped her hands tightly atop her lap.
Ever since Bao Yancheng regained his memory and the children began to get along, she thought her anxiety had finally healed.
Just as she mustered the courage to take another step closer to Bao Yancheng, her body instinctively reminded her.
Had she forgotten what this man had once brought her?
Happiness and pain, like the two ends of a seesaw, never disappear into thin air.