"I'm just lending you a helping hand, with my cooperation this act becomes even more convincing, doesn't it?"
Jun Mochan's expression darkened, the pain in his eyes finally breaking free and slowly overflowing: "Ranran, you shouldn't have to face this."
He himself felt tremendous pain, and having to show affection with another in front of her was undoubtedly like using a knife to slice his flesh.
The agony was indescribable.
Seeing that he couldn't be persuaded, Ye Ranran stopped talking, she grabbed his hand and shook it slightly: "I'm tired, carry me on your back."
Jun Mochan bent down, she slowly climbed onto his back, their bodies fitting together seamlessly.
Ye Ranran lay on his back, her arms around his neck, her head rubbing against his neck.
Feeling the warmth of his body, all the grievances and sadness in Ye Ranran's heart disappeared.