His hand lifted unconsciously, slowly falling onto Ling Chuxia's face, his movements were gentle and soft, lightly touching her cheek.
The corners of her eyes still bore traces of undried tears, which he carefully wiped away again.
"Fool."
His thin lips parted slowly, uttering these two words with a touch of reprimand but filled mainly with compassion.
If he had discovered nothing, how long would Ling Chuxia plan to keep it from him? How long would she struggle with guilt and entanglement?
And every time he talked about children, every time his mother mentioned children, how long would her heart be tormented?
To actually believe he would despise her, that he wouldn't want her?
Just how much insecurity had he caused her?
Shi Che's dark pupils fixed on her face. After a while, he leaned down slowly, his thin lips planting a light kiss on hers.
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