Mo Roulan had a high fever.
She was going in and out of consciousness. She didn't even know where she was. However, her lips naturally called out only one name.
"Jian…"
She didn't know that the man who was carrying her in his arms stilled at her voice.
He Jian who was walking inside his mansion in New York halted suddenly and looked at her. His blue eyes suddenly had some extra moisture before he blinked rapidly and continued walking.
However, his wobbling adam apple could tell anyone with keen eyes how emotional he was feeling at that moment.
Two years ago, when Mo Roulan left him he had been so scared by her cold behavior. He didn't want to let her go but in the end, he decided to give her time.
She had lost her mother. It was a huge loss to her.
So he gave her time to accept that huge loss.
He was trying to understand her pain. But his heart was not fearless.
