That bullet.
The words she had said.
None were pleasant memories, even being the main culprit behind his three-month coma in the hospital.
But Mo Shiche just looked at her, his eyes profound as spilled ink, his voice still calm and steady, "No matter what happens, I'll take you home. You should know that and remember it."
"Oh, is that so," Luo Qiangwei nodded, wiped her mouth, and stood up, "Then let's go home."
Mo Shiche seemed not to have expected her to agree so quickly, but the second after she finished speaking, he had already reached out and hooked his arm around her waist.
Luo Qiangwei did not resist, allowing the man to wrap his arm around her and walk out.
Going home, huh? Sure, she would return.
After all, she didn't know how many more times she could return to that home.
