The word "family" coming from Xia Qingrou's mouth had Shen Mochen feeling somewhat bewildered.
He had no family now, and Xia Qingrou knew it.
He looked down at Xia Qingrou, and sensing his gaze, she also looked up at him.
But Xia Qingrou's eyes carried a hint of timidity and evasion.
"What's wrong..." Xia Qingrou turned her face away.
Perhaps she had been too eager, brazenly claiming to be his family, was it too soon... Did he think she was trying to bind him, maybe even forcing a marriage?
Shen Mochen didn't speak for a moment, and with each silent second, Xia Qingrou's panic grew. She remembered Shen Mochen's cold look when she urged him at Yin Caiyu's hospital bedside to let go.
Maybe she was just deluding herself, thinking only the girl on that hospital bed could be considered his family in his heart.
Xia Qingrou was filled with uncertainty, her heart suddenly filling with grievance, and she felt a wave of the urge to cry, a surging ache.
