He couldn't imagine what she would do then. As the female doctor said, she shouldn't be subjected to any more stress recently. But even if some time has passed, could she really handle such a shock?
Mo Nanjue narrowed his sharp eyes. His hands had been stained with blood since he was young, and he had never been a kind-hearted or tender person, let alone someone with goodwill. Yet even he found it hard to imagine that Luo Xiao could truly be so ruthless.
Mo Nanjue always felt there must be something else hidden in this matter.
There definitely is.
The man reached out his hand and gently brushed aside the dark hair that cascaded over her shoulders. There was a needle mark on the nape of her pale neck; the small red dot had completely faded, and would go unnoticed unless one looked closely.
