Qiaoxu hesitated for a moment before not answering.
She always remembered the moment when Mo Mo took a knife for her and couldn't forget the helpless look on Mo Mo's face as she lay weak in her arms.
If Mo Mo could risk her life for Qiaoxu, would Qiaoxu be willing to do the same?
She hadn't answered yet, but Lu Moqing already knew the answer.
He raised his hand to touch the corner of his lips and let out two disappointed low chuckles. "It seems that I've asked a redundant question. You're willing to give your life to her, let alone abandon your husband and child for her," he said.
"Moqing..."
"Qiaoxu."
With a hoarse voice, Lu Moqing interrupted her, his eyes reddening, struggling to control the overwhelming emotions building up within him. He stared at her without blinking and asked softly:
"When will you...put me first?"
All this time, he actually didn't have much sense of security in front of her.
