Shen Di no longer struggled, Wen Zhiyuan carried her to the room.
Although frustration and anger filled his heart, he still felt sorry for her, holding her tightly, his mind was a whirl of thoughts.
Shen Di nestled in his arms, slowly closing her eyes, tears streaming down.
The wet droplets soaked Wen Zhiyuan's chest, he frowned, reaching out to wipe her tears away.
"Adi... Is being with me not good?" Wen Zhiyuan asked softly.
Shen Di didn't speak, keeping her eyes tightly shut.
Wen Zhiyuan sighed, no longer pressing her, quietly holding her as they lay down. He didn't know if her tears were due to grievance, or agitation...
These four years, did he really push too hard?
The whole night, Wen Zhiyuan hardly closed his eyes, sometimes staring at the ceiling, sometimes gazing at the night sky outside the window.
Shen Di didn't move, encircled in his arms.
When daylight came the next day, Wen Zhiyuan was the first to leave the bedroom.
