No, he is Nan Mo; he wouldn't do such a thing!
There must be some misunderstanding. Just like back then, when she suspected that Liang Shaochen caused her child's death.
Nangong Yaoling said Liang Shaochen had changed, but in her heart, he was not Liang Shaochen; he was Nan Mo. Liang Shaochen could change, but Nan Mo wouldn't.
At least, Nan Mo wouldn't hurt her.
Xiaonuan clenched her fists and leaned back against the chair.
A hand turned her head, and Nangong Yaoling pressed her entire body into his embrace.
"Xiaonuan, I don't mean to blame you. I'm just reminding you, I don't want you to realize only after you're truly hurt, do you understand?"
Inhaling the familiar tobacco scent on the man, she reached out and wrapped her arms around his waist.
She didn't answer, just rubbed her head against his shirt on his chest.
Nangong Yaoling lowered his head and kissed her hair softly.
"Accompany me to Nanshan." Xiaonuan suddenly choked up in his arms and said.
