"Shen Mosheng, you go back first, tell mom and dad that I am fine. Don't let them worry about me," Han Yingying felt a deep guilt towards Shen's parents for making them worry these days.
Fortunately, Shen Weici and Shen Weilan were recently attending an activity organized by their school and were not there.
Otherwise, she really didn't know how she could face her children.
Shen Mosheng bowed his head and gently kissed Han Yingying's pale lips, tenderly said, "Take good care of yourself."
Han Yingying smiled and nodded, waving her hand, urging him to leave quickly.
Until his figure disappeared, she still stood there. The tears she had restrained for so long finally fell uncontrollably, slowly sliding down her cheeks.
Shen Mosheng leaned against the wall at the corner, heartachingly watching Han Yingying standing in the distance, foolishly crying.
He wanted so much to rush forward and hold her tightly in his arms, allowing her to cry all she wanted, but he could only endure.
