Mo Shu gazed out of the car window.
Twilight thickened, lights from countless homes swiftly receding, and the city's neon painted the night with an unreal beauty.
Back at home, Mr. Mo's words kept tumbling through Mo Shu's mind.
"I can clearly feel that the way he looks at you has changed."
"I don't care about the past, but now it's clear he has you in his heart."
"Children are innocent; you have to give them a home."
...
Those words replayed in Mo Shu's mind like a toxin.
Suddenly, Mo Shu got up, poured himself a glass of water, and gulped it down, trying to suppress the irritations rising within him.
The maid on duty, noticing Mo Shu was awake, got startled and asked, "Princess? Do you need any help?"
Mo Shu breathed heavily and said, "Get out."
The maid immediately left.
Mo Shu slowly walked back to his bed, looked up at the luxurious, lofty ceiling, and asked Sao Zha: What are the chances this child can be born?
