Nuan Nuan, I Love You!
Editor: Atlas Studios
Her daughter hadn't breathed a single word to her.
The image of the terrorists tugging Lin Nuan's hair was especially heart-wrenching for Liang Mulan; she felt as though her heart had been sliced to pieces, and she couldn't breathe through the pain! She wished she could somehow drive a thousand daggers in the man through the photo!
Lin Nuan lowered her gaze, and the tears rolled onto her top. She wiped away the tears with the back of her hand. She wanted to reassure Liang Mulan and tell her not to worry, but the words were stuck at the back of her swollen and painful throat.
"Do you really like Wen Moshen that much? Huh? To the extent that you could abandon your father and me and go to Iraq—a place others shun? Huh? How did you become so bold, Lin Nuan?" Liang Mulan cried out in a reprimanding tone. "Did you even think about your father and me while you were there? Were you intending to drive us to our graves?"