Muo Huangnian's brows and eyes instantly darkened with an extreme shadow.
A heart disease.
Who is her disease? Him?
The wet nurse sighed, "Young people... Manman has been motherless since she was young, and the love her father gave her was also sparse. You see her as talkative and lively, but deep down, she is actually a lonely girl... Her insistence on marrying you is because she truly loves you..."
"I know she loves me," Muo Huangnian gazed at the girl on the bed who had indeed given him warmth and been his first woman, speaking in a low voice, "When she gets better, I will let her continue loving me. I will give her what she wants."
"What she wants..." The wet nurse looked up at him. "Mr. Muo, do you love Manman?"
Muo Huangnian's eyes grew deeply still. He did not answer.
Love?
He probably does not love her. He does not love anyone. He thought indifferently—love is such an intangible, childish, and laughable thing. He does not need it.
