The kind of bond that connects flesh and blood is fundamentally not a casual emotion.
It's deep-rooted, embedded in the flesh.
For these five years, every single day I've thought about Jian Anguo and Su Wei, about the possibility of reuniting as a family.
The taste of separation, the loneliness of being alone, is truly unbearable.
Gu Mochen listened to Jian Ran's words, his thin lips pursed, his large hand tightening its grip.
Some truths, he didn't want to expose.
But, he can't avoid doing so…
Jian Ran looked at Gu Mochen, her beautiful eyes reddening, anxious in her heart, she spoke hoarsely.
"Tell me... What really happened back then, what's the truth? Mo Chen, you know, right?"
It was because Gu Mochen knew the hidden truth, that he went to all lengths to stop her from facing the blood-soaked reality.
Gu Mochen: "..."
Gu Mochen heard Jian Ran's words, his lips pursed, he didn't say anything for a long time, eventually he murmured.
