His heart trembled, and he asked in a hoarse voice, "Why are you crying?"
Luo Qiangwei didn't speak. She turned over, hugged his waist, and buried her cheek into his chest.
Mo Shiche's body stiffened slightly.
This gesture, actually quite common among husband and wife, an affectionate cuddling, but the last time she took the initiative to get close to him like this... it seemed to have been a year ago, or even longer.
"What's wrong, talk to me, hmm?"
"Nothing..." Her voice was muffled, "I just... suddenly wanted to cry."
It had indeed been a long time since she last cried.
Mo Shiche brushed away the hair on her cheek and asked softly, "Is it because Mo Qingshan passed away?"
She raised her watery eyes to look at him, "Will you... feel sad?"
After asking that question, she felt stupid for asking. He wouldn't feel sad; he couldn't remember anymore... How wonderful that would be, she wished she could forget everything too.
