But she was unwilling to give him time, not even a chance.
She even insisted that this child did not exist...
The meaning of non-existence was that, even if it did exist, she would not let it continue to exist.
Chi Huan looked up at the man's handsome face, which was close at hand,
His face was very close to hers, his gaze was close, and his breath was even closer, as his hot breath sprayed onto her face.
So close, it seemed she had never seen his eyes so clearly, and she had never seen such a nearly pleading look in Mo Shiqian's eyes. His eyes burned into hers, not blinking, as if she would disappear the moment he blinked.
His facial expression wasn't intense, and there were no signs of excitement or hysteria.
But his six-foot-one height stood in front of her, towering over her by a head, yet this tall and upright figure, standing in front of the delicate and petite Chi Huan, still seemed to make the man appear humble, even begging her.
