She truly felt as if she was dreaming each ti she was happy.
Hao Yansen held her body and said with a laugh, "Why is it you? You know very well, don’t you?"
Mo Jun blinked, "How would I know?"
"Who was it that insisted on being my fiancée the first ti they saw ?"
Mo Jun: "..."
Really, thinking about it now, she was truly fierce back then. How did she manage that thick skin?
However, Mo Jun wouldn’t regret being so proactive; if given another chance, she would be even more proactive!
"Was it because of that that you decided on ?" Mo Jun asked with a smile.
Hao Yansen curled his lips, "Of course, that wasn’t enough. But when you ca to and said you’d rather die than not love in this lifeti, I was moved by you."
"Wasn’t my boldness off-putting to you?" Aren’t n supposed to hate assertive won?
Hao Yansen laughed, "If it were anyone else, I would be put off, but it just had to be you, only you."
It happened to be that predestined you, so how could he be put off; instead, he fell even deeper.
n might find assertive won off-putting, but they fall deeper for the won they care about.
And she was that woman he couldn’t dislike, who caught his eye and evoked his care...
Mo Jun nestled against his chest, happily saying, "It’s the sa for , it had to be you. I’m very glad it was just you."
" too..." Hao Yansen embraced her, revealing a contented smile.
They truly felt overwhelmingly happy, wanting to announce the joy of having each other to the world.
Even if Mo Jun were disfigured now, it couldn’t affect their happiness.
Mo Jun didn’t care about her appearance, treating her face as rely having a birthmark.
Yet Little Ping’an was shocked when he saw her like this.
The little guy didn’t know what had happened, thinking she was beaten or sick, and burst into tears at first sight.
Mo Jun was taken aback by him, "Baby, what’s wrong? Why are you crying? Did mommy’s appearance scare you?"
"Mommy, what happened? What happened?" The little boy tightly clung to her, asking in sadness and distress.
Seeing him so nervous about her, Mo Jun felt warm.
She comforted him: "Mommy is fine, this is mommy’s birthmark, do you know what a birthmark is?"
The little boy looked at her with partial understanding, but seed to grasp sothing.
Maybe mommy wasn’t sick or hurt.
Mo Jun spent so effort explaining the concept of a birthmark to him before Little Ping’an’s emotions stabilized. But he’s not a three-year-old!
"Mommy never had one before," he said, puzzled and thinking Mo Jun might be deceiving him.
A birthmark is supposed to be present from birth, right?
Why did mommy never have it before but has it now?
"Baby, you’re so smart, knowing mommy didn’t have it before and shouldn’t have it now, right?"
"Yes!" The little boy nodded heavily.
Mo Jun explained with a smile, "Because mommy used to wear makeup, which covered it. Now mommy doesn’t want to wear makeup, so you can see it. But don’t worry, mommy will go to the hospital to remove the birthmark later, and then it won’t be on my face."
"When will you go?" the little boy asked expectantly.
"In a year, the doctors are still figuring it out, but there will be a solution back then."
"Okay." Little Ping’an nodded, finally believing her words and no longer worried.
But Mo Jun felt she was having a hard ti.
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