CHAPTER 979: CHAPTER 979: HOW COULD HE LIVE WITHOUT HER

Jun Moyan immediately turned around upon hearing Wen Xiao’ai’s voice, pressing the cigarette that hadn’t burned out into the ashtray on the windowsill.

Looking at Wen Xiao’ai, who came bouncing up to him, Jun Moyan eased his expression; yet he found himself unable to smile, a bitter feeling involuntarily rising in his heart.

His heart felt like it was teetering on the edge of a cliff, ready to fall and shatter at any moment.

"Hmm~ what’s that smell, it’s so choking." Wen Xiao’ai frowned slightly, bothered by the smoke as she approached Jun Moyan.

"Jun Moyan, what did you eat?" Wen Xiao’ai waved her small hand continuously in front of her nose.

"...Nothing much."

"Squat down and let me smell."

Without thinking, Jun Moyan immediately bent down to cooperate, leaning close to Wen Xiao’ai.

"Open your mouth."

Jun Moyan cooperated by slightly opening his mouth.

Wen Xiao’ai leaned in and seriously sniffed around Jun Moyan’s mouth, her brows furrowing even tighter: "It’s not fragrant anymore, what did you eat?"

Jun Moyan always had a faint scent of tobacco on him; it was subtle and pleasant.

But now, it was overpoweringly strong and somewhat unpleasant.

Jun Moyan didn’t speak; his eyes remained fixated on Wen Xiao’ai’s little face, unwilling to look away for even a moment, afraid that he’d miss a bit if he blinked, afraid that if he blinked, she’d disappear.

He seemed to want to etch this face deeply into his mind, into his heart.

Realizing what he was doing, Jun Moyan was suddenly engulfed by endless sadness, his heart fiercely twisting together.

He suddenly reached out and pulled Wen Xiao’ai into his arms, holding her tightly, as if to blend her into his flesh and blood, so they would never be separated again.

This unexpected move from Jun Moyan startled the unprepared Wen Xiao’ai, but she quickly responded with a giggle, embracing Jun Moyan in return.

"Xiaoguai..."

Jun Moyan held her tightly, and at the moment he called her name, his eyes reddened involuntarily and his voice became hoarse.

Smelling the faint fragrance in her hair, the emptiness in his heart gradually filled up, yet the fear of almost losing her intensified.

Since returning from the Holy City, he had always understood that their time together was a day-by-day happiness. Even if neither brought it up or faced it, eventually that day would come.

He truly didn’t know how he could manage the days without Wen Xiao’ai.

"What’s wrong? Aren’t you happy?" Wen Xiao’ai’s smile slowly faded as she sensed that Jun Moyan’s mood was off.

"...No."

Wen Xiao’ai detected the change in his voice and wanted to retreat from his embrace to see what was wrong, but Jun Moyan just wouldn’t let go.

"Did Feng Liyan say something to you?"

"..."

"Don’t mind him, even if all my kin dislike you, even if the whole world disagrees with me marrying you, I still want to be with you. We made a promise to always be together." Wen Xiao’ai held him tightly, her heart aching too.

"..."

"Jun Moyan, speak up."

Jun Moyan’s silence at this moment made Wen Xiao’ai feel very insecure.

"...Yes, we will always be together." Jun Moyan closed his eyes, burying all his anxieties deep within.

If he had never felt the warmth of the sun, he could endure the cold darkness forever...