On the other hand, after Su Mingxuan left with the cubs, Mo Qingli stayed behind with Wang Mulan.
The room finally grew quiet.
Mo Qingli sat beside her and gently stroked her hair, his movements slow and careful, as if afraid she might break.
"You should not worry about anything else," he said softly. "See… life always gives something back when it takes something away."
Wang Mulan lifted her head and looked at him.
Her eyes were still a little red, but the pain inside them had already softened.
She leaned into his embrace without hesitation, as if she had done it many times before.
Mo Qingli did not move away. Instead, he held her more firmly.
"You still have your daughter now," he continued in a calm, soothing voice. "Su Mingxuan is living well. You do not have to punish yourself anymore."
His voice was steady, but full of warmth.
"You have already suffered enough… for not being able to protect your child back then."
Those simple words struck deep.
