Limited Time Hidden Marriage

"It's okay, it's okay!" Sheng Shimo was like a child without a sense of security. He hugged her harder and harder, as if he wanted to melt her into his bones and blood before he would give up. "As long as the scar is removed, as long as the ankle is healed, everything can be done." Go back to the past, everything can go back to the past!”

The man's tone was urgent, as if if he didn't say these words, he would have no chance in the future.

He was anxious to prove it to Wen Churan.

Everything can go back to how it was before.

He and she can start over, too.

But Wen Churan understood that once something leaves a mark, it can never be removed.

Seeing Sheng Shimo resting his head on his shoulder, begging for something like a child, Wen Churan felt no sadness, joy or anger in his heart, only helplessness.

"Sheng Shimo, don't you understand? It was too hard to love you in the past. I don't want to go back to the past at all. I don't want to start over and make the same mistakes again. The scars on my face can be removed, but what about the scars on my heart? ? It’s useless even if you hire the most powerful plastic surgery expert in the world!”

As soon as she finished speaking, she could clearly feel the man's figure shaking violently.

Sheng Shimo suddenly fell into silence. He didn't say another word, but still maintained a humble state.

Wen Churan couldn't see his expression, and couldn't guess his mood at the moment.

I don't know how long it took before I saw him slowly raising his head. His handsome face was exceptionally calm, without any unnecessary expression, but there seemed to be an undercurrent surging in his eyes. He stared at Wen Churan, as if he wanted to steal her soul. All absorbed.

Wen Churan couldn't stand such a strong gaze, and felt like he was being burned by fire, so he turned his head, stretched out his hand to push the man, and said in a cold voice, "I'm very tired and want to rest. You can go out."

Sheng Shimo slowly let go of her.

Everything is calm.

It was as if nothing had happened just now.

"Let me help you take care of your wound first."

The man spoke calmly, without the previous emotion at all, as if he was not the one holding Wen Churan and asking to start over.

"No need, I will handle it myself."

Wen Churan wanted to be quiet for a while. Being with this man only made him feel so awkward, so awkward that he almost couldn't breathe.

Sheng Shimo frowned, obviously not satisfied with her attitude.

His tone became colder, "I'm just helping you deal with your wounds. Do you need to be so disgusted?"

"It has nothing to do with disgust. I have hands and feet and I don't need anyone else's care."

Sheng Shimo didn't care what her reasons were, he got up directly on the sofa, then found a first aid kit, put his big hand on the back of her head, and started to help her treat the wound on her forehead.

Wen Churan wanted to struggle, but he seemed to have expected it, and said coldly, "If you push me hard, I can do anything. This is what you once said to me, and now I can't keep it intact." Give it back to you if you can move it. While I'm still calm and haven't gone crazy, just wait and let me take care of your wound."

Wen Churan's initial thought of struggling suddenly dissipated completely.

She had seen how terrifying he looked when he went crazy, and she was still somewhat afraid in her heart.

This man... is always so unreasonable!

When the wound touched the disinfectant, it hurt terribly. Wen Churan bit his lip tightly.

Sheng Shimo helped her apply disinfectant, then lowered his head to arrange the gauze, and suddenly said, "Just scream if it hurts, why are you holding back in front of me?"

It’s just because I have to endure it in front of you.

Wen Churan thought in his heart.