About ten seconds later, Li Yuntang gently but firmly pushed away Yin Mo, who was clinging to him.
"Yuntang, I..."
Yin Mo gazed foolishly at the man's handsome face, her tears brimming as she was about to say something. Suddenly, her face turned pale as she quietly touched her flat abdomen.
What should I do?
The man she was constantly thinking about wasn't dead. He was alive and well in this world, but she had already lost the right to stand by his side.
"Don't cry, even for a beauty like Miss Yin, crying doesn't look as good as smiling."
Li Yuntang joked lightly, maintaining just the right distance between them, "If Bai Yan finds out I made his sister cry, he might fly over from Paris to confront me."
Yin Mo shook her head while crying, struggling to force a smile, but ultimately failed to produce a beautiful smile.
