After she finished speaking, there was no response, not even a syllable.
The other person's gaze was too cold and fierce, as if the chill from the river had not yet dissipated. Even without uttering a word, the hostility and indifference only increased.
Under such a gaze, she couldn't hold on for even half a minute. When nervous, she would unconsciously adjust her glasses, swallow, and offer a cliché but powerless comfort, "As long as we take good care, there is still a possibility."
Mu Jin Huan's half face was hidden in the shadows, his dark eyes swirling with a darkness that seemed ready to devour everything, but when the storm passed, what remained was tranquility.
His voice was low yet firm, "Apart from you and me, I don't want a third person to know, including my wife."
The doctor understood what he meant, "Alright, I understand."
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In a daze, Nan Wan seemed to have had a bizarre dream, long and complex.
