Mo Beichen looked at his wife, who was pouting and asking for praise, and his expression softened. "Yes, Luo Luo is the best."
The shock in his heart never subsided after hearing Yun Qingluo's poem. His Luo Luo, it turned out, had many more surprises he didn't know about.
Yun Qingluo chuckled and took out a plum blossom. "I picked this plum blossom for you. Isn't it pretty?"
Mo Beichen felt a warmth in his heart upon hearing this, "Yes, it looks good."
Yun Qingluo then took out something wrapped in a handkerchief from her bosom, as if presenting a treasure.
Mo Beichen froze, staring intently at the handkerchief, his dark eyes revealing nothing of his thoughts.
"Ah Chen, open it and take a look," Yun Qingluo said to Mo Beichen, holding the handkerchief in both hands.
Although Ah Chen already knew, she still hoped he would open it himself.
A sense of ritual.
Mo Beichen's fingers trembled slightly. He reached out his hand, then pulled it back, finally mustering the courage to open the handkerchief.
Staring at the nine-turn exquisite bracelet hidden in the handkerchief, Mo Beichen's pupils contracted slightly, as if he could see through it the gentle and virtuous woman in her gorgeous clothes.
Yun Qingluo felt a pang of pain in her heart as she looked at Mo Beichen's trembling eyelashes.
His son, Achen, has never experienced family affection or enjoyed maternal love.
"Ah Chen, from now on I'm your family. I'll always be with you and will never leave." Yun Qinglu sniffed, stood up, and reached out to pull Mo Beichen into her arms.
The familiar fragrance brought Mo Beichen back to his senses. Upon hearing Qingyun's words, a violent possessiveness and a morbid obsession surfaced in Mo Beichen's eyes.
Her voice was hoarse, "Luo Luo..."
"Really, A-Chen, I will never leave you." Yun Qingluo hugged Mo Beichen tightly, her heart aching.
Yun Qingluo hated herself to death in her heart; how could she have been such a terrible person in her past life?
Why can't you see his love?
She will never let go of her Ah Chen in this lifetime.
Mo Beichen closed his eyes, restraining his morbid possessiveness, and then opened them again, his gaze clear.
"Okay, I believe Luo Luo." He had said that he would believe whatever she said.
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