Monica was wearing a mid-length black woolen coat, making her look rather masculine, yet the cold expression on her face revealed her displeasure.
Xiao Mo silently turned her head, grabbed her suitcase, and headed out.
Monica stopped her, "Where are you going?"
"The world is so big, there are plenty of places I can go. As long as I can leave here, anywhere would do."
Monica snatched the suitcase from her hand, tossed it to the ground, and hugged her from behind, "The snow outside is heavy, you can't go anywhere. If you really want to go to China, let's wait until our baby is born, and then the three of us can travel the world together."
Xiao Mo's expression remained cold, "I'm afraid everything I'm seeing is just a hallucination."
Monica understood she was still upset, "Alright, alright, what you're seeing isn't a hallucination. I believe you, okay?"
"There's no need for you to lie just to appease me!" Xiao Mo said coldly.
