Mu Anran's heart jolted, "Yu Lingqian!"
Yu Lingqian's steps halted, and before he had time to turn around, he suddenly felt a weight on his lower back.
The little one had already pounced over, tightly embracing his waist from behind, "Please don't give up, okay? Don't abandon me. Without you, I really will die."
Yu Lingqian, listening to the pitiful voice of the little one, felt a piercing pain in his chest, as if it were being pricked by needles.
He covered her hand with his large one, his voice low and hoarse, "Hmm."
Mu Anran hugged him for a long time before she finally slowly let go.
She bit her lip, watching Yu Lingqian step by step walk upstairs, suddenly covering her face and crouching on the ground, letting out low sobs of "ying ying ying."
How could this have happened?
Heaven must be deliberately tormenting her.
She thought her happy life was about to begin, but why did Heaven play such a big joke on her?
What had she done wrong?
