Duan Yanran still hasn't reacted yet. After all, she personally witnessed the fall. How could this be possible?
Ling Tianyu saw that his wife was unresponsive, lowered his head to look at the dazed Duan Yanran, and couldn't help but laugh. He held her jade-like hand, placed it on his cheek, and said, "See if it's me?"
Her slender fingers touched his cheek, and Duan Yanran's delicate body shivered suddenly. She raised her other hand and placed it on the other side of Ling Tianyu's cheek, feeling the all-too-familiar sensation. In an instant, she couldn't hold back and burst into tears.
The sound of her crying broke Ling Tianyu's heart, making him feel even more tender, so he only held her tightly.
"I had reasons beyond my control." Ling Tianyu softly comforted her, saying, "Forgive me. Once I finish what I have at hand, I will come back and reunite with you and the child."
