Mo Shiche didn't respond to that remark, instead, he looked down at her with eyes brimming with tension, "If I die in the forest,"
he said hoarsely yet clearly, "you won't have to worry about your daughter anymore, or else you'll spend the rest of your life under the endless threats of Sheng Miao. Tangtang, we both love our daughter, but everyone has their own fate. Our daughter wouldn't want to become your burden, making you live in unbearable pain."
"Do you think that's possible?" Luo Qiangwei suddenly looked up at him, her eyes instantly reddening, "How could I possibly let go..."
"Whether you can bear to or not, you'll have to let go," Mo Shiche lifted his hand, crusted with dried blood, to touch the woman's face, he smiled faintly, "Good girl, life is still long, you're still young and beautiful, let go of the past and start anew. There are endless possibilities in the future, and you can have a house filled with children and grandchildren again."
