Stop Crying, Hubby is Here

Otherwise, Mo Boyuan, that fussy neat freak, might have to use tools to open it.

With a whoosh, the pink envelope was torn open. He shook off the dust before handing it to the woman beside him:

"Done, you may take a look if you want to."

Mo Boyuan was really not interested in such things.

Jiang Tingxu took it and looked at it curiously.

"How have you been recently? I can't think of the first thing to say. I just imagine you in front of me and say, 'How have you been recently?'.

I've been thinking about you all the time since you went abroad.

But it isn't appropriate for me to contact you.

I really, really want to hear your voice and see how you are doing.

Every time I see her contact you, smiling so happily, I am really sad!

Why am I not her?

Why is fate so unfair?