It was this sad and helpless sentence that completely defeated Wen Zhihuan.
He let out a sigh, wrapped around Li Jianlan body, and brought her to the bed to sit down. He helped her take off her shoes, and slowly placed her feet on the bed. He said softly," Your foot hasn' t healed, so it's not appropriate to stand for long."
Li Jianlan looked at his handsome and resolute face. His heart ached, and he almost shed tears. "Husband, you' re about to leave me, right?"
Wen Zhihuan was slightly startled, then smiled bitterly. He truly admired his wife's insight and wisdom.
He also took off his shoes and sat by her side, moving her head onto his shoulder. Then, after a long silence, he finally made a' yes' sound.
Even though Li Jianlan was already mentally prepared, she still felt a heart-wre
