"Go back."
She said to Lu Yuan.
No matter how many guesses there are in her heart, they are just guesses; everything needs to be confirmed.
So many years have passed, what's a little more time?
Lu Yuan held her hand: "Don't hold too much hope."
Meng Qianqian nodded: "I know."
Without hope, there would be no disappointment.
"However, days full of hope don't seem bad either."
Listening to her words, Lu Yuan didn't refute her and didn't persuade her further.
To ordinary people, the pain of disappointment is hard to bear.
But she is different.
Her swordsmanship is unmatched by many men.
The amount of hope she can embrace is the amount of disappointment she can endure.
"Ah."
Before entering the room, she suddenly covered her belly and let out a gentle cry.
Lu Yuan's heart tightened as he supported her and asked, "What's wrong?"
Meng Qianqian breathed lightly and looked at Lu Yuan, her eyes sparkling: "The baby moved again."
