As he thought about this, Di Mingjue's cold eyes slowly softened. That's right, how had he not thought of this before?
A child, if they had a child together, they would never be apart, even if there were conflicts, arguments, or dissatisfaction, there would always be a connection between them.
A connection that could never be severed.
Di Mingjue walked over to his office chair and sat down, the bright red imprint of blood on the back of his hand had dried, still tightly strained and quite ugly.
He just stared off into space, never having realized how sensitive his heart could be.
Gu Qibao was the first woman he had ever loved, he gave her everything, all his firsts, and all his principles and bottom lines.
So, he felt very sad, and on top of that sadness, he also felt incredibly cheap, particularly cheap.
He was a man, how could he be so degraded?
Looking at his office, ruined in disarray, a hint of a cold smile surfaced on his face.
