At that time, she loved him.
But he didn't love her; he only wanted a wife to bear him descendants.
After experiencing so much betrayal and hurt, her heart died, and she ran away. Even if she returned with the child, she would only treat him as a stranger. Yet ironically, he had fallen in love with her.
Maybe fate just loves to play such cruel, wicked jokes. In the vast sea of humanity, it's already hard enough for two people who admire each other to meet, but even harder for them to both love each other at the same time. Alas, they never had such luck.
Su Xingyu thought wildly to herself as she looked at the sleeping Jue, wrapped in a thick blanket on the middle seat of the extended Bentley.
This time, when Lu Shifeng carried Jue out, he didn't wake him. The child's peaceful sleeping face was like a fragile angel.
Su Xingyu watched him for a while and softly asked Lu Shifeng: "Where is Zhuang Heng?"
