Ling Wanxing is full of guilt and dare not show too much emotion.

He leaned over and put the bag at his feet, tentatively clasped Su Wantong's shoulder with his hands, "don't blame yourself, it has nothing to do with you.

If it's really strange, it's also strange that the second child didn't take care of her well, but fortunately it's OK, the girl and the child are very healthy.

Don't worry too much. We'll see them when we get back

Words fall, Su Wan Tong slowly lift eyes, on the lingwan Xing suffused with soft eyes, in the heart of a burst of enduring palpitation.

Once upon a time, I never heard Ling Wanxing speak to her in such a gentle tone.

No matter how deeply hurt they are, how many women can turn a blind eye to their former lovers?

In this half year, a man has been struggling for a long time, and he has become the strongest in the world without him.

But in the end, she is still a woman with a heart like water, wrapped in Su Wantong's hard shell, which is fragmented at this moment.

Her eyes were filled with obsession. With the flood of water, Ling Wanxing's face was gradually blurred in front of her eyes.

Su Wantong still cried.

Without saying a word, she pursed her lips and wept. She didn't want to let her fragile side be seen by him again. She wanted to turn her back to him, but her hands on her shoulder tightly imprisoned her.

"Wan Tong, it's OK. They are really OK."

Ling Wanxing thinks that Su Wantong is worried about Ling Zihuan. When she sees her tears, she feels distressed and makes him breathe tight.

In fact, he seldom sees Wan Tong shed tears, especially when he is so emotional that tears wash her cheek. Ling Wanxing subconsciously wants to comfort her in his arms.

Su Wan Tong's tears came fiercely and turned like rain.

She closed her eyes and didn't want to see his painful eyes, but the next second she was surrounded by a familiar and warm embrace.

Su Wan Tong fell silent tears on his shoulder, while Ling Wanxing put her hands around her and gently patted her back to comfort her.

His gentle movements like feathers across the heart, crispy spread to the four limbs.

Still love, otherwise how can there be such a big emotional reaction.

Su Wan Tong is in a trance to experience the long lost heart, but the last trace of stubbornness, or let her arms always hang on the side of the body, did not embrace him.

Ling Wanxing hugs Su Wantong's shoulder, puts her jaw on her head, half squints and enjoys the moment's cuddling.

In the past six months, he has lost all his joys, sorrows and joys like walking with a corpse.

Now, putting her in her arms again, Ling Wanxing feels that her desolate heart has become full again.

After a few minutes, Su Wantong adjusts his mood and struggles in his arms. Ling Wanxing immediately releases his hand.

Su Wan Tong's cheek is still covered with tears. She wiped it twice with her thumb. She gave Ling Wan Xing a look and went to the bathroom.

Seeing this, Ling Wanxing stands in situ and grinds her fingertips, as if she still has the temperature on her body.

Today, Wan Tong did not refuse his embrace, maybe this is a good phenomenon.

……

At seven o'clock that night, Ling Wanxing and Su Wantong set foot on the plane back to Licheng.

Nearly two years have passed since Ling Zihuan and Qiao Mu got married.

And Su Wantong was away from Li city for two years.

As the plane descended slowly, she looked through the porthole at the brightly lit city scene on the ground. Her mood was complicated.

At this time, Ling Wanxing heard the cabin broadcast, opened his eyes and suggested to Su Wantong: "do you want to have a good rest tonight, early tomorrow morning..."