Mo Qi said many, many things, all beautiful memories of their past.
Shen Qingli felt a gentle warmth stirring deep within her, her face showing signs of struggle as she bit her pale, dry lips.
In the end, she forcefully pushed him away and said coldly, "Those are already in the past. I don't want to see you now! It's best if you don't appear in front of me again."
Mo Qi was filled with a desolate sadness, helpless.
Suddenly, Shen Qingli's stomach growled, and she awkwardly touched her abdomen.
She knew she was a month pregnant now, yet there were no signs of it, because she hadn't eaten much in prison lately. Surely, she was very hungry.
Mo Qi quickly stood up from the ground and said hoarsely and reluctantly, "You're certainly hungry. I'll go find you something to eat!"
After speaking, he looked deeply into her eyes under the moonlight, his deep eyes shining with affectionate tears, then turned and disappeared into the forest.
