Gu Mochen looked at Jian Ran's wide, watery eyes, clearly brimming with curiosity. He raised the corners of his mouth and lifted his hand to ruffle Jian Ran's hair.
"I don't really know the specific details... Just that Hua Nuan isn't an ordinary person, and it seems Huo Zun's purpose for keeping her isn't just to confine her. It all boils down to love."
"However, the person involved is confused, and bystanders see clearly. Huo Zun probably still doesn't quite understand that Hua Nuan's personality is like a cat—always a mystery, never willing to speak directly. As for Huo Zun, he assumes that years of oppression by men have filled her mind with rebellious thoughts."
Jian Ran curled her lips, resonating somewhat with Gu Mochen's words.
Indeed...
Love arrives often in retrospect.
"Well, I hope... everything turns out well."
Jian Ran reached out a small hand to stroke her rounded belly, while Gu Mochen's large hand settled warmly over her fair, delicate hand.
