If he touched her, he would pay the most painful price.
Mo Nanfeng shook in fright. His eyes tightened and he quickly nodded, gulping.
Back home, Ji Weixi settled into the sofa, curling into a ball and stared blankly into the air.
The little one came to her, touching her cool cheeks with his small hand. "Mommy… are you okay? I'm worried."
Ji Weixi looked down at his grapelike eyes, smiling bitterly and patted his head.
Li Shaoling sat down beside her and held her slim waist with his arm, firmly and overbearingly.
She did not react at all. Instead, she looked frail and there were traces of tears on his face, her usually watery vibrant gaze having no focus at the moment.
It hurts for him to look.
"Smile, Ji Weixi." He said, frowning.
She would get sick if she continued like this.
Her eyes twitched a bit then, but she turned away.
Li Shaoling forced her to look at him, allowing no say on the matter. "Smile!"
