The stench of blood gradually settled in the dark hall, bringing with it an even more oppressive atmosphere.
The blind Mo Feng heard footsteps slowly approaching him, and then a hand gently patted his shoulder.
"You've worked so hard for the Senate all these years, thank you for your dedication," the man said gently. "You can rest now."
Mo Feng sensed the murderous aura sweeping in from all directions.
Ming An withdrew his hand, walked past Mo Feng, and stepped out of the main hall. Behind him, there was a sound like fireworks exploding, but he seemed not to notice.
After walking down a dark and quiet corridor, he stopped at the door of the room at the very end of the corridor. He saw the girl inside the room, or more precisely, the girl who was squatting on the ground with a spoon, desperately digging at the corner of the wall.
Feng Guang didn't poach talent out of boredom; she just remembered many prison escape movies she had seen before, and this was a method she could only try out of desperation.
"What is the little girl digging for?"
"The tunnel to escape..." Her subconscious answer stopped abruptly. She turned around and saw the tall man, whose shadow cast a wide swathe of shadow on him.
He patted her head and smiled, "Not bad, you've worked very hard."
She actually dug a small hole in the corner of the wall, and Ming'an couldn't help but praise her when she saw it.
Feng Guang threw away the spoon and opened her arms to him.
He bent down slightly and expertly lifted her up in a princess carry. Her hands immediately wrapped around his neck, and she soon began to sob, "I haven't even betrayed you, why did you come here to die? Now, we're really going to become a pair of doomed lovers."
"What do you mean by 'lovebirds'? We're both still alive and well, aren't we?" He held her as they sat on the simple bed, gently wiping away her tears with his fingers, and said with amusement, "You can't keep crying like this. You'll be a mother soon."
She quickly held back her tears, wiped her eyes, and although she stopped crying, her voice still trembled with sobs, "You know I'm pregnant?"
"Okay, I understand."
"Then...do you like him?" She took his hand and placed it on her flat stomach, carefully observing his expression.
Ming An remained silent for a moment before smiling and saying, "Of course I like it."
"I like him very much too." She happily rubbed her face against his chest, her voice filled with joyful sobs that it melted anyone's heart.
Ming'an hugged her tightly, truly unable to understand why Feng Guang would develop such strong feelings of love for a child he had never met. He would only bring up the child himself to calm her down quickly. As for his "baby," she was enough for him. All his attention could be devoted to taking care of her, and no one else could share his care.
Ming'an's feelings are a luxury; even cherishing himself is a difficult thing for him. After putting all his emotions into her, he doesn't know how much more magnanimous he can be to accommodate that child.
Perhaps it could also be said that it was his and her child.
"Ming'an, once the baby is born, we'll be a family of three."
Looking at her tear-streaked face, he suddenly gave up the idea of altering her memories.
The look on her face as she gazed at him was one of pure bliss.
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