She would have preferred him to be that detestable and arrogant man who defied all reason, rather than this weakened figure powerless against everything, unable to stop herself, Ling Momo's tears began to fall gently.
Li Qingshen, seeing Ling Momo's tears, struggled to sit up. He lifted a hand and slowly wiped her tears away, but her tears fell even more fiercely. He coughed intermittently, his voice sounding so feeble, "Why are you crying..."
Ling Momo's sobs grew stronger, and she couldn't help but raise her hand to cover her mouth, stifling her cries.
She knew he had done it all for their joint album, yet she couldn't help but want to cry.
Just moments ago she had been angry, wondering how there could be such a person in the world who would sacrifice their life for success. She found him detestable and infuriating, anger burning in her chest, but when he faced her and said, "I'm sorry, I've implicated you," her anger dissolved, replaced by a touch of sorrow.
