But no matter how he coaxed or persisted, Luo Qiangwei never responded to him, never uttering the three words "I love you".
The night deepened.
The two lay in each other's arms on the carpet of the gift room.
Luo Qiangwei rested her head on the man's arm, his even breathing filling her ears.
Perhaps it was the fulfilling sensation of holding her in his embrace, or maybe the act of possessing her here deeply satisfied his soul, so Mo Shiche slept exceptionally well for a rare occasion.
She slowly opened her eyes, staring entranced at his handsome sleeping face.
Her delicate fingers gently caressed him.
She rubbed them back and forth, lingering for a long time.
"Mo Shiche..." After a while, she murmured softly, her eyes full of pain and confusion, "Why... didn't you come back then?"
When she was suffering and being abused in the psychiatric hospital in her past life.
When she lay on the operating table with a big belly, bleeding profusely in her past life.
