Huo Jingting's voice was somewhat indifferent, "I've always had a big life."
"Those who died unexpectedly also thought they had a big life," he mocked in retaliation, "Huo Jingting, you keep saying you can't bear to part with her, so what do you call this now?"
"..."
"Let me speak harshly; if something does go wrong this time, her life will be over."
He learned some things afterwards about what happened last time in Qiang Country.
Gu Nanqiao almost didn't make it, in the end it was Mo Feng who saved her.
There were no children back then, so she could leave without a care, but now that Little Douya is here, she won't die again, yet living would be a hundred or thousand times more painful than dying.
Huo Jingting's thin lips curved slightly, "I wouldn't be willing to leave her behind."
Jiang Qian instantly felt as if a lump of blood was stuck in his throat, unable to spit it out or swallow it, making him feel quite uncomfortable.
Not willing to leave her behind?
