Gu Mohan let out a low, lonely laugh that was filled with desperation.
"Master!" Yan Dong ran over and knelt down beside Gu Mohan. His eyes were red. "Master, please don't ever do something like this ever again. Even though Young Madam has left us, you still have Little Master."
Niuniu.
The son that Mo'er had given him.
Gu Mohan swallowed and shut his eyes slowly. His dark eyes were filled with tears.
Mo'er.
He called her name hoarsely in his heart. She had already decided to leave yesterday, yet still sent him away. The way she was laughing and crying, biting his lip, hugging his waist, that was her final farewell.
But he didn't understand. Why had she been so cruel?
How could she have been so cruel?
She had been willing to sacrifice her life to save Lu Yeming, yet left not even a word for him. He didn't understand at all. What was she thinking?
