Wen Wan saw that his arrow was on the verge of firing, and immediately pretended to have a stomachache: "My stomach hurts, and I feel so uncomfortable when I just moved..."

Shen Moling stopped the movements of his hands and quickly got up and asked concerned: "Did I hurt you? I'm sorry wife... I will pay attention next time!"

Wen Wan barely escaped the catastrophe and immediately learned to be good, shaking her head: "I'm fine, just don't keep making trouble."

"Okay, I'll stop making trouble. I'll talk to you for a while and put you to sleep, okay?" Shen Moling put on his coat and sat back on the chair.

Seeing that he was safe, Wen Wan breathed a sigh of relief, arranged her clothes, and lay down under the blanket.

"It's been a long time since I've been on this good terms with you." Shen Moling raised his hand to stroke her hair, deeply moved, his dark eyes filled with water-like tenderness.

The gentle and unnatural drooping eyes avoided his sight, and whispered: "Until I forgive you, you will always be a sinner."

Shen Moling echoed: "I'm guilty and I deserve to die. You can punish me however you want, just don't leave me."

"Sounds so nice, you can't live well without me?" Wen Wan raised her eyebrows in disdain.

He complained: "Who said I'm fine? I've been suffering all day and still can't show it. I'm really tired."

Wen Wan chuckled: "So you tell me everything from the beginning, don't hide anything from me, wouldn't it be fine?"

"It won't happen again in the future." Shen Moling promised.

"Okay, tell me how you smuggled back with Lin Xi when you were six years old?" Wen Wan felt uncomfortable when she thought of that period of the past, and she wanted to know how difficult it was for him at that time.

Shen Moling didn't have much emotion when he recalled it, and said calmly: "People follow helplessness, when death is right in front of your eyes, the desire to survive is an innate instinct, regardless of age, because I know in my heart that only by persevering can I survive to the end.”

Wen Wan was curious: "You guys have been floating on the sea for so long, what do you eat?"

Shen Moling recalled and said slowly: "At first, I would beg others for food, but later it turned into stealing, and later on, dead fish and jellyfish often surfaced on the sea, so I would find a way to catch them myself, and then I ate a few mouthfuls and gave the rest to the woman who fed Lin Xi's breast milk. Anyway, if I persisted like this, there will still be good-hearted people to help, but there are also bad people. When I just returned to China and got off the ship, some people would try to kidnap me and Lin Xi Fortunately, Grandpa's people have been sending people over there to rescue us in time after receiving the news from Shen Mochu. Now that I think about it, I feel scared, but it also shows that she and I are destined to die."

Wen Wan is full of emotions. Compared with her unpopular childhood, Shen Moling's past is only sad. His mother was killed by his father, and he was tricked by his sister to go abroad to be his father's puppet. It was her sister's whole life, and she suddenly realized that Lin Xi's existence might be the place that warmed Shen Moling, otherwise, what kind of character would a child who grew up in such an environment have?

She sighed and said: "When I was six years old, although my mother had passed away, my grandfather was very kind to me. He was afraid that my father would bully me, so he always took me by his side. Aunt Liang and Housekeeper Zhai also treated me very well. It's all very good, I really hope that you will be with me at that time, and you don't have to live and die."

He held her hand tightly: "Aren't we together now? It's a good thing we met. If I miss you, I don't know if I can live such a happy life in this life."

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