She only sees the surface beauty but doesn't see those shadows.
He looks down at his powerless right hand, his right hand is also a shadow.
He doesn't want her to see this, it's enough for him to see it alone.
"No matter what, the harm has already been done," Zhan Nanjue said.
Gong Shirao pressed her cheek against his back, holding him tightly:
"Let's not separate, okay? I don't mind your affair with Ou Yimo, I don't mind you having a child, I don't mind, I really don't as long as you're by my side…"
A flicker of astonishment passed through Zhan Nanjue's eyes.
"Gong Shirao, do you know what you're saying!? I…"
Gong Shirao seemed to know he was about to refuse, so she quickly said, "You're marrying Ou Yimo because of the child, right? But what you really want is me, isn't it? If I were to disrupt the wedding, would you come with me?"
