"Life and death together, sharing the same burial—a kind of romance, don't you think?"
Mu Xiangwan hadn't yet started to complain, but this man spoke something even more infuriating. Immediately, her dissatisfaction grew deeper, and she yanked her hand away.
"More than two years ago, you made me promise you not to do anything foolish under any circumstances. But now, look at you—you're the one being reckless!" Though the tone was filled with reproach, it overflowed with heartfelt concern, which the man saw through at once.
Sighing softly, Su Chaoyang clasped her hand back into his palm again. His eyes and brows carried such tender affection it seemed almost tangible, "Yes… You were willing to risk your life for me, so how could I possibly abandon you? Besides, I know—our baby is here."
As he spoke these gentle words, he guided her small hand to rest together on her still-flat abdomen.
