Luo Qiangwei heard his words but didn't argue back as usual; instead, her eyes widened slightly, and after a long pause, she responded absent-mindedly, "I know... you are... Mo Shiche."
How could she possibly not recognize him? She could forget anyone, but she would never forget him...the man who was etched into her marrow, whom she had deeply loved and in whom she had deeply despaired.
It was just that she was now completely sober, no longer trusting him... No, it was that she was no longer willing to blindly trust him. He had never trusted her, so the word 'trust' didn't exist between them.
Hearing her answer, Mo Shiche's handsome face slightly relaxed. As he walked towards her with an outstretched hand, he said, "Give me..."
"Don't!"
However, Luo Qiangwei, like a frightened bird, suddenly stepped back. Balancing her mother on her back, her slender body shook as if it would fall over, "Don't, stay away from me..."
