Mo Beichen's heart clenched tightly. Her expression, that sentence, inexplicably brought him back to a certain rainy afternoon four years ago. That day, he was in a meeting at the company when he vaguely sensed something and hurriedly left everyone in the conference room to drive home.
When he rushed home, he saw Gu Qian coming out of the villa with her suitcase. The umbrella in her hand was almost overturned by the pouring rain, and her frail figure looked as if it could be swept away by the downpour.
He stopped the car, held up an umbrella, and quickly walked up to her, blocking her path.
The woman, who had just had a miscarriage, looked pale. She looked up at him, and that gaze was the epitome of despair—so hopeless that he still remembers that scene to this day. For a long time after she left, it haunted his dreams, making him feel worse than death.
He grabbed her wrist mercilessly and said coldly, "In this heavy rain, where do you think you're going? Come back with me."
