Little Dewdrop only had one... Even between him and her, they couldn't create a second Little Dewdrop anymore.
Lu Yinfeng regained some consciousness, covered her face with her hands, and began sobbing.
She admitted that she had been provoked by that woman just now.
The crisis between her and Mo Nanze was also an opportunity for those women.
Mo Nanze lay on the bed, pulling Lu Yinfeng over to let her rest on his chest.
With one hand gently patting her back, and the other stroking her disheveled hair, his voice was even colder than moonlight, "You've lost a lot of weight, lying on top of me, you feel so light."
There was some concern in his tone, and also a trace of reproach, as if blaming Lu Yinfeng for not taking good care of herself.
But he could understand Lu Yinfeng's feelings.
In this past half year, he too hadn't dared to be happy.
Even returning to fitness was in order to live on properly.
As long as he lived long enough, what if he waited for a miracle?