Bo Shaoxiu hugged Nan Yao to his chest again after hearing her words. He rested his chin on top of her head, though his brown orbs could not help but stare at the slender woman making her way out of the hospital's main lobby.
Her shoulders were hunched and her head remained down as she hugged her body tightly. She looked like she was crying.
Bo Shaoxiu tightened his jaw as a tight burst of pain grew in his heart. Why would the girl that he had once treasured have such a promiscuous life?
She was supposed to be the one birthing his children. Bo Shaoxiu still felt the dull hatred for her ignite when he thought about that scene from four years ago. However, where would the hate come from if there was not love? He was unable to forgive, yet could never forget her.
He had the urge to chase after her, especially after seeing the way she looked. She looked so alone.
