He knew he was being selfish, knew how difficult this opportunity was for her to come by, but he didn't want their future to change in any way. He wanted her to always stay at their home, so he could see her as soon as he came back, hug her when he wanted to, instead of walking into a cold, empty place, having to fly far away just to catch a glimpse of her, and besides, he didn't have the time to go that far to see her.
Wang Ningjing was silent, like a fire extinguished by a torrential downpour, devoid of any vitality.
More than his threats, she couldn't bear seeing him like this. She knew, clearly knew how bad his situation was, knew how much he relied on her. He often said that in this world, she was the only one he trusted, the only one who could put him at ease.
Watching over him day by day and he still grew thinner; if she went to Paris for two years, what would he do?
