Mo Ran reseated himself on the bed and noticed a great many books at the headboard. There were softcover books of all kinds: classics, biographies, philosophy, novels, you name it.
There was even a complete guide to pregnancy!
With a curled lip, Mo Ran lay back on the bed, his eyes empty and devoid of any desire to move.
Alone in a locked and isolated space, it's easy to let one's thoughts run wild, and Mo Ran was no exception. The more he thought, the more despondent he became, losing all notions about living.
He had decided on a hunger strike; if Gu Yixuan was heartless enough, let him watch both her and the child starve to death. If he couldn't bear it, he would let her go.
This was a gamble where losing meant her life, but winning meant her everlasting freedom.
True to her word, Mo Ran stopped eating. No matter how Gu Yixuan pleaded or threatened, she wouldn't eat.
