Mo Rao gently stroked the pram, the anguish in her eyes difficult to conceal.
In a few months, her two babies would have been able to lie here and smile at her adorably. They would even be able to babble and crawl on the ground.
At the thought of this, tears almost fell.
"Fu Ying, are you afraid of me seeing?" Mo Rao turned around, her eyes filled with unfamiliarity. "Are you afraid of me seeing it, or are you afraid of seeing it yourself? Are you afraid?"
Fu Ying clenched his fists and looked at Mo Rao without saying a word.
Sister Qin realized that something was wrong between the two of them and immediately retreated.
"If not for Qu Ru, these things could have been used, right?" Mo Rao looked at the pale pink walls around her. "Unfortunately, your sweetheart personally caused the death of your two children and made your efforts go to waste."
Mo Rao smiled as she spoke. Her smile looked really scary.
