Mo Shu tilted her head slightly and looked at him with clear, clean eyes. Despite the calm appearance, the hint of grievance in her gaze was touching.
Yu Siqiao was quiet for a moment, his usually cold eyes softened slightly as he said, "I've been rather busy lately."
"So busy that you haven't had time to see me?" Mo Shu muttered softly, her voice holding a trace of resentment, "Last night, I dreamed you walked away with another woman, telling me to abort our baby, and then… you were holding her hand and left."
Coincidentally, he had the same dream last night.
In his dream, he saw her living happily with their child. They were dressed in beautiful matching outfits. Mo Shu and a cute baby girl were hopping and jumping around, laughing identically.
In their world, he didn't exist.
Yu Siqiao, merely an onlooker, watched them live out their lives.
When their child asked Mo Shu, "Mom, where is our dad?"
