Wei Dongheng was silent.

Ling'er cried for a while, then she stopped her tears.

Her voice was hoarse, and she gently took Wei Dongheng's hand: "Come with me to see my dad, okay? If he doesn't agree, I won't make it difficult for you."

Wei Dongheng fell silent.

It was very difficult for him to find his own voice: "Linger, why make the family so unhappy? You think about it, you know it's impossible."

"Why is it impossible?" Ling'er said, "My mother also read a lot of books..."

"It's not the same." Wei Dongheng said, "I don't have the skills of your father. Linger, I'm not even the boss of a club. In your family's eyes, I'm just a little bastard."

"What's wrong with the little bastard?"

"Your parents are prominent figures in Hong Kong." Wei Dongheng said, "You also have to think about their difficulties. How will they deal with such a son-in-law?"

Linger: "..."

"Seriously, we've only been together for a year. If it wasn't for knowing that we couldn't get married, we might not have any feelings." Wei Dongheng said, "The more we don't get it, the more precious we feel. If it's been good, maybe it's there. Now, the relationship is as light as water, so it’s not necessarily the case that we should break up.”

Linger was silent.

"...Some words, someone must speak first. Ling'er, I'll say it first, let's stop here." Wei Dongheng said.

Ling'er lowered her head, tears falling on the back of her hands.

"It's been a year since I've been in love, and I haven't been very kind to you. What I can give you, others can too." Wei Dongheng said again, "Don't be nostalgic, that's it."

Ling'er approached him gently.

She didn't look up, just took his hand and put it on her cheek.

Wei Dongheng touched his hands full of tears, and his heart suddenly throbbed like a spasm, making him twitch in pain.

As he said, it was because of what he asked for. This feeling seemed to be extraordinarily precious, which made him unable to make up his mind.

Until today, it can be regarded as giving each other a happy.

"I understand what you mean." Ling'er hoarsely said, "In the end, you are afraid that my family will dislike you and make you lose face.

I am not as important as your dignity. I don't have anything good either. I want you to hold me. I can't be at your mercy like other women. I am not worth it. "

Wei Dongheng wanted to refute.

But when the words came to his mouth, he held back.

It's good for her to think so, at least she won't be obsessed anymore.

There's nothing wrong with Linger, and Wei Dongheng doesn't think face is too important.

I just feel that the horizontal ditch is too deep to cross.

Huo Yue's mansion on the top of the mountain, Wei Dongheng couldn't even afford a single brick. He thought for a while, if in the future he became prosperous, and his daughter found himself such a little bastard, he would not agree.

He is so realistic.

"If you want this, then so be it." Ling'er rubbed her face against his palm, "I can't do it alone, you're always backing down."

She also didn't want him to bow down to please her family.

The thought of his humbleness in front of his parents made Linger feel extremely distressed.

Without her, there would be more beautiful women willing to be with him. He is still a bit capable now.

She can't change his current situation.

Ling'er didn't want to be so selfish either.

"...Your legs are not very convenient, is someone taking care of you?" Ling'er asked him again.

Wei Dongheng: "Yes."

"That's good." Ling'er said, "I won't come to see you."

She said, stood up slowly, and walked out of the ward.

That night, Wei Dongheng felt a lot of pain.

Not only the leg pain, but also the tear-like pain in the seam of his bones. He buried his head in the pillow and tears rolled down his cheeks.