Ling Yajing sat on the ground, weeping loudly, her tears soaked her stunningly beautiful face.
Unprecedented heartache, unprecedented fear, unprecedented panic, and loss. It was only now that she realized how significant Chu Mo had been in her heart.
"You just said you wanted to have many babies with me, is that true?"
Pfft!
Almost simultaneously as Chu Mo spoke, a thick stream of blood sprayed from his mouth, his face as pale as paper.
"It's true, it's true, Chu Mo…!"
"Please… please, you must survive, okay?"
"Please, I've just realized that every time I face something, I can't help but picture your face in my mind! Only upon losing you do I understand that this is what falling in love feels like, I love you."
Ling Yajing clung tightly to Chu Mo's hand, her words trembling intensely.
She vividly felt Chu Mo's life hanging by a thread, like a leaf in the autumn wind, or like a flat boat in the vast ocean.