Mo Shiche shuddered slightly, his dark eyes deeply gazing at her. Luo Qiangwei bit her lips hard. "Speak up!"
"You said before, our daughter matters the most to you, and you cared deeply about the child we lost," Mo Shiche's voice was calm and husky, "You need to heal from your psychological trauma, Tangtang. Since you no longer love me, what happens to me really doesn't matter. If there's a way to save our daughter, then go all out to save her. After you take her away, don't think of me as dead; it doesn't really matter. You will slowly forget me."
It doesn't really matter.
He actually thought that his death... would be of little significance to her.
Listening to every clear word he uttered next to her ear, Luo Qiangwei slowly unclenched her hand holding his, and then gripped it tightly again. She chuckled softly, "You think... this is for the better, for me?"
