Jing Chen gently pulled his hand out and gently pushed Su Wan's hair back. Then, he kissed her forehead gently.
Jing Chen took his phone to the balcony.
The night was as dark as ink, and the lights of thousands of houses flickered like mottled stars.
Jing Chen stood by the balcony and looked at the scenery in front of him. His heart ached.
How could it not ache?
The child in the stomach of the woman he loved the most could be another man's child.
He was really a contradictory person.
He kept saying "believe". When this moment really arrived, he would still think too much.
He wanted to continue lying to himself, but his heart ached.
It was as if he was being torn apart. Even breathing felt like a knife was dulling his flesh.
Jing Chen held his chest.
The wind at night was even colder than during the day, blowing past Jing Chen's face.
It wasn't too cold, but he felt a bone-chilling coldness.
