"Living every day in trepidation, like a mouse scurrying across the street, scared out of my wits at the slightest rustle."
Gong Moli pressed urgently, "And the prime cause of all this is because you want to know the truth. Knowing that your family of three will have to go through all of this, are you still going to persist?"
Her gaze was filled with pain, which was hard to ignore, and her expression carried a hint of nostalgia.
Shen Chu'an's heart jolted, for the Gong Moli before her, and for their family of three.
Like Fu Huaichen, she herself felt nothing much, but when it came to Muci, she couldn't remain so indifferent.
She hesitated, unsure of what to choose, while Gong Moli slightly curled her lips, thinking they were about to give up.
But she heard Fu Huaichen suddenly speak up, "Muci is our child, and this is something he should endure as well."
