"Mu Yichen, you bastard! Bastard!"
Qin Mu pounded his chest with heartache, pushed him angrily, stepped back twice, and couldn’t help but look at him with tear-blurred eyes in question.
Why did he treat her this way?
What if he got sick?
Even if there really was no possibility between them, even if they were bound to break up sooner or later, at the very least, he had to be alive for her to have the strength to keep trying to live.
Did he truly think that after a year of entanglent, she could still regard him as just her childhood crush?
Beyond the simplicity of their past bedroom relationship, and more than just innocent childhood sweethearts, there was sothing else between them.
They had marriage, a family, a baby; they were no longer people who could just let themselves fall ill or give up on themselves at any mont.
She was persisting, so why did he treat himself this way?
She suddenly rembered the tis when she couldn’t accept the truth and even considered suicide. She was terrified of letting him down, scared that she was no longer worthy of him, but later, she thought of their two children and realized they needed each other to survive.
But at this mont, she was just terrified of him leaving her.
Mu Yichen didn’t speak, just looked at her with her eyes brimming with tears, her angry yet endearing appearance piercing his heart, and then he stepped forward, grabbed her arm, pulled her into his embrace, and held her tight.
"Mumu! Forgive !"
He murmured in her ear with sorrow.
Qin Mu couldn’t say anything, just instinctively held his icy back tightly, her face pressed against his cold chest.
They were both terrified of losing each other!
It’s as if they had lived all these years, just because they knew of each other’s existence!
"Mu Yichen, I won’t allow you to hurt yourself again! Do you hear ?"
Her voice was hoarse as she issued him a low command.
"Silly girl! I was just taking a shower!"
He chuckled bitterly and then hugged her even tighter.
His voice was hoarse because he had spent too long in the cold water just now.
But at this mont, Mu Yichen didn’t care about such things; all he knew was that she worried about him, she was anxious for him!
Qin Mu hugged him tightly, her voice low and pained, "Who takes a shower with water that cold?"
She was worried about him like a child, her heart aching, and despite trying to hold back, she still couldn’t help but ask.
"So do!"
He said, then slightly distanced himself from her, unable to resist cupping her face.
His dark eagle eyes were now tender as water, both chilly hands cradling her face, then he leaned in closer, pressing his forehead to hers: "Worried about that much? Yet you still managed to stay away from for so long!"
Qin Mu held her breath, tense. At that mont, she could feel his breath on her face, feel the fiery intensity of it from within radiating such heat, yet his body was still so cold. She worried he might catch a cold, grasping the towel tightly with the intention to wrap him up completely.
Mu Yichen ignored the chill on his body and insisted on picking her up from the ground.
"I’ll take you back to bed! Did I disturb your nap just now?"
His voice was so gentle! And it burned right to the soul!
Qin Mu just looked straight at him, suddenly unable to do or say anything at that mont.
"Mu Yichen!"
She sensed what he was about to do, and she knew what he wanted to do.
"Shh!"
After laying her down on the bed, his finger gently pressed onto her lips.
His hair was still dripping water, Qin Mu raised her hand to gently touch his hair, her eyes full of concern: "Go dry your hair first!"
Her voice, surprisingly, was as hoarse as his.
His lips lightly touched her warm forehead, eyelashes, nose, and then landed on her soft lips.
"Baby, if one day I asked you for a divorce, rember, it would definitely not be my intention!"
He murmured softly into her ear amidst her confused and enchanted state.
Qin Mu heard a loud noise inside her heart.
Divorce?
He...
Had confird that he had a relationship with Yang Qianxi?
Qin Mu’s heart shook violently, and she couldn’t help but shake her head vigorously, her arms tightly wrapped around his neck.
"Mu Yichen, don’t say such things to !"
She pleaded, humbly!
"Silly girl! I am still the Mu Yichen who loves you the most, and that will never change!"
"I know! I know!"
His voice regained warmth, while Qin Mu’s remained raspy.
They rested their foreheads against each other, Mu Yichen feeling the tear streaks between his fingers, imagining how salty they must be, so he kissed away her tears to taste their flavor.
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