The Past

Ye Xiaomeng had been shuttling between the headquarters and the branch office recently, tirelessly back and forth.

"Xiaomeng, can your body handle this? Working so hard every day, you seem like a man. It worries me," He Ming's tone sounded like that of a nagging spouse. He hadn't seen Ye Xiaomeng in quite a while, and today was a rare opportunity to meet.

"I'm fine. I find it quite fulfilling. I used to think that having a man's love meant I didn't need to work so hard. But I was wrong," Ye Xiaomeng spoke thoughtfully.

"Xiaomeng, let me take care of you," He Ming held her hand, saying earnestly.

"He Ming, you really don't need to have any psychological burden. That night was an accident, and you don't need to take responsibility for me. And you know what? I almost got married once, and I even had a miscarriage. I have a painful past," as she spoke, tears started flowing from Ye Xiaomeng's eyes.