"Of course I will. He is your child. I will treat him as my own and give him all the wonderful things."
"What are your conditions?"
Fujiwara Ize smiled faintly. Mo Ran speaking to him this way was a good sign. At least it showed she was beginning to waver for the sake of the child.
The child had to be born healthy. Only with the child in her hands would she obediently stay by his side.
"The conditions are simple: you must stay by my side, try to accept me, and try to love me."
She wanted to sneer, she would never accept him, never fall in love with him.
"I will not accept you, nor will I love you."
"You say that now, but when you see the good in me, you'll understand."
Mo Ran shifted her gaze, speaking blandly, "I want to go out for a walk."
"Okay, I'll go with you. You've been cooped up in this house every day; you indeed need to move around a bit."
He wanted to help her up, but she avoided him. Mo Ran sat up by herself and put on her shoes.
