Xu Yingxue clenched her teeth, livid. Over the past two years, she had exerted all her might to be good to him.
But all her efforts, he remained oblivious.
"Little one, is that you?"
Zhuo Junyue tightly gripped her hand, scared she would leave.
In his dreams, he had envisioned the little one countless times.
But upon waking, there was no one by his side.
Xu Yingxue took a deep breath, "Yes, I'm your little one."
Hiscshe said, Xu Yingxue bent down, intending to kiss him.
Zhuo Junyue abruptly let go of her hand. It didn't smell like his little one.
For someone who had once been blind, the senses of touch, hearing, and smell had become incredibly acute.
Su Ningyan appeared in his darkest times, her scent, her voice, seemingly etched in the depths of his soul.
Xu Yingxue stopped and looked at Zhuo Junyue incredulously.
Could he be so drunk that he wouldn't even touch her?
She didn't believe that at this point, Zhuo Junyue could continue to be so principled?
