The atmosphere within the room suddenly froze.
Time seemed to freeze in that moment. Observing the stern look in Mo Xiuchen's eyes, his warm and handsome features abruptly turned cold. The curve of his lips faded, thin lips pressed into a straight line of resolve.
Resentment was faintly discernible in his deep, still eyes, their gaze fixed upon her.
Wen Ran too was scared to speak. She softly pursed her lips, lowered her head out of guilt, and looked like a child who'd done something wrong and was afraid of reproach.
She already knew that her words would anger Mo Xiuchen, but she said them anyway. Because she could no longer satisfy him in certain ways, and she couldn't bear to see him hold back anymore.
Besides agreeing to let him find another woman, she had no other solution.
It wasn't a pregnancy, where things could improve after a few months of abstinence. With her condition, they could never be intimate again.
