Mo Ran blinked, and this time, she wasn't angry like before. She smiled faintly, casting her eyes downward, "I don't have a gift for you."
Gu Yixuan held her hand, his expression gentle, "No, you've already given me the best gift."
Under Mo Ran's puzzled gaze, his eyes fell on her stomach, laughing, "The child, it's the best gift you could give me."
Mo Ran's eyelashes trembled but she said nothing. She found that her hatred for Gu Yixuan seemed to be fading more and more.
He had hurt her so badly, and his father had caused her father's death.
How could she be starting to forgive him slowly?
The sky was too dark, and Gu Yixuan didn't suggest going out to have fun but took Mo Ran home instead.
He instructed her to rest early before leaving.
Lying in bed at night, Mo Ran's thoughts alternated between Tang Song and Gu Yixuan, entwining her into such a headache.
Sitting up, she made another call to Tang Song; perhaps he had a reason, she needed to hear his explanation.