Even in death, I want to be with her...
To Su Ling, this was a confession more heart-stirring than "I love you," and her previously calm face quickly changed.
It wasn't calm, it wasn't despondency, much less the anger she lately showed often, but a kind of hopeless sadness: "Then what about Little Ear?"
Every time her son was mentioned, Su Ling's heart hurt as if it was sinking, and she choked as she said, "After losing his mother, will he also lose his father?"
Nie Mingfeng: "..."
"Nie Mingfeng, I'm begging you, just go..."
Nie Mingfeng, always domineering, added to his ingrained male chauvinism, at times like this, he wouldn't leave Su Ling even if it meant his own death.
So, even if she spoke to him with such emotional words, he still carried on as he pleased: "Go where? The bomb on you hasn't even been activated yet! Hurry and come with me..."
"I'm not going!"
"Why be stubborn? You're still being defiant at a time like this?"
"I'm not being defiant, but..."
