"During that time, I was in a terrible mood, so I was mentally unstable... I was in a daze every day, doing nothing, just sitting there thinking of you," Tong Ran leaned her head on his shoulder, "At first, I thought about running away, but he had servants watching me 24 hours a day, standing right next to me, I couldn't even commit suicide..."
This was the first time she mentioned what happened in South Africa in front of him. Tong Ran's shoulders instinctively shivered; those days were like a nightmare that wouldn't go away. "I don't even know how I made it through, waiting for you to find me every day, waiting day after day..."
Mo Nanjue pressed her head against himself with his large hand, "Alright, don't say anymore."
Tong Ran held him tightly, tears streaming down, "If I had known about the child, I would have killed him..."
Mo Nanjue's thin lips pressed tightly together, he gently patted her back, "This child... When did you find out?"
