Zheng Congyuan embraced the person in front of him, unwilling to think about those matters, not wanting to consider anything. Only now did he feel just how frail the girl in his arms was, and in an instant he thought of how anxious she had been these days.
"Do you not want me anymore?" Zheng Nianru suddenly felt at peace, and by the time she asked this question, she already had her answer.
Zheng Congyuan's heart suddenly hurt so much that he couldn't breathe. He didn't answer but just held the girl in his arms even tighter, recklessly as if trying to exert all his strength.
Zheng Nianru began to feel some pain, and eventually, it seemed as if all her muscles and bones were being crushed, and she, too, couldn't breathe. The woman didn't struggle but simply closed her eyes. This was fine, too; it would be fine even if she died. At least then she wouldn't have to think about anything anymore.
