The Most Regretful Thing Was To Have loved You

Mo Yixuan was now sitting in the sofa in his bedroom, his slender fingers still holding an unfinished cigarette. The smoke curled upward, soon filling the room with a strong smell of tobacco.

His eyebrows were tightened, between which a touch of gravity remained insoluble for a long time.

He won the lawsuit today, thus getting the custody of Yuanyuan successfully. He even saw his child with his own eyes, but he still could not be cheered up.

Yanyan, I was sorry!

Mo Yixuan stood up, grinding the unfinished cigarette into the ashtray. He went to the balcony, looking out at the heavy snow falling outside.

It also reminded him of the same snowy night two years ago.

That day, they made love in this room for a whole night. Also at that night, they had the fruit of love.

He thought that was possibly because of fate, so they had Yuanyuan (Yuan means fate in Chinese).