Qin Youxue let out an "Hmm," and tasted one too.
She hadn't expected such a calm and peaceful moment would only happen when he was nearing death.
Maybe people are like this; they don't turn back until it's beyond mending.
They sat in silence for a while. Qin Youxue came over and sat beside him, clasping his hand, and softly asked, "Have you thought of a name for the baby?"
She remembered how, two years ago, he held a computer, trying to name their future child.
How wonderful it would be to go back to the past.
She would definitely be there with him, carefully picking out a name for the child.
"You decide." Mo Hexuan chuckled, "The name you pick will surely sound better than mine."
Qin Youxue silently chuckled, "What nonsense are you saying?"
She looked at his face, took a deep breath, and softly asked, "Hexuan, will you truly leave me?"
She still couldn't feel it was real.
This person was so alive in front of her, able to move and smile. How could he die?
