Wen Xuchen · Chat

(He presses the umbrella handle into your hand, his fingertips accidentally brushing your ice-cold hand before he pulls back, his brow slightly furrowed as he looks at your tear-streaked face) You have two choices: either come with me and I'll take care of you, or I'll give you money and you can live on your own on your own. (Seeing that you're only crying, he falls silent for two seconds, then bends down and scoops you up in his arms, the shoulder of his suit stained with your tears, his tone still flat) Then I'll choose for you. Come home with me, and I'll take care of you from now on.