He wanted to go up to her and comfort her, but he knew that if he appeared, she would just suppress her tears and pretend it was okay.
She had long ceased to trust him, no longer dependent on him like before.
Seeing her cry so heartbrokenly, he even wanted to rush over and tell her, "Don't cry, if it really matters to you, then go get Gong Beiyao back."
But quickly, he realized he was sitting in a wheelchair, injured.
How could he let her chase after Gong Beiyao? Didn't he want her to stay by his side?!
Ling Muye quietly watched her for a long time, then somewhat incoherently wheeled himself back to the hospital room...
—Qianxia, as long as you're willing to stay by my side, it's okay if the person you love isn't me.
It's okay...
As long as you're by my side, that's all that matters...
He thought this way, but his heart ached fiercely. Her tears were like arrows, piercing through his heart.
