"I don't want to cry, but I ca n' t stop it." Qiao Anran was crying and laughing.
Perhaps it was because of her pregnancy that her lacrimal glands became particularly developed. Originally, she was not a sentimental person, but now, she had become Lin Daiyu who could cry at any time.
Mu Zhiyan smiled lovingly and didn't say anything else. He gently stroked her back with his palm, hoping that this could temporarily ease her twitching and quickly return to normal.
He did not know that he had started from behind.
She began to worry about Qiao Anran emotions. She smiled at him and followed him. Her heart hurt when she cried. She was angrier than anyone else.
His insufferably high cold and cold became incomparably soft because of his Qiao Anran.
His pride and arrogance were not inferior,
