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Windsor's hands tightened around Ning Huan. Ning Huan's head was buried in Windsor's chest, her entire body covered up.

Windsor stroked Ning Huan's smooth hair and said, "I already know." "Ning Huan, I'm sorry."

Ning Huan gently shook her head and said, "You don't have to say sorry. You didn't do anything to let me down. I should have told you that if it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have been shot."

Windsor's blue eyes exuded an imperceptible sense of deep affection. "I am willing to do everything, do not have any sense of guilt."

Windsor paused for a moment before continuing, "Let's go back to C Nation together. Your child is my child. With me here, I won't let anyone hurt you."

Ning Huan nodded, "Alright."

Windsor held onto Ning Huan's hand. His hand was dry and warm, giving Ning Huan an inexplicable feeling of security.

"..."

In the evening, a light rain began to fall from the sky. Looking at the grey patch, the fine rain was like a spider's web. The rain always had an indescribable influence, it could make sadness worse.

Ning Huan was wearing a black baseball uniform and a black mask, while Windsor was holding onto an umbrella.

In front of them were the prepared private jets. Ning Huan suddenly loosened her grip on Windsor's sleeve. She turned her head to look at the imperial city in the distance.

There was a complicated feeling in her heart, and she thought that she would probably never return to this city again.

"..."

Han Residence.

Han Mo Bei stood in front of the huge window, staring at the dusky sky. He lit a cigarette and took a long drag.

He knew he had lost, and he might have been a more successful man elsewhere, but in love he was a total loser.

He thought to himself, So, it was all an illusion, an illusion.

He brought Ning Huan back from C Nation and did whatever it took to keep her by his side. He thought that one day, Ning Huan would accept him.

However, reality gave him a harsh slap, telling him in an almost tragic way how laughable his thoughts were.

If Ning Huan was unhappy and stayed by his side, she would never laugh. In fact, she would rather commit suicide than to leave him.

I don't know who said it, but love gives the other person the right to hurt me. Han Mo Bei's weakness was Ning Huan. In this world, there was no one who could threaten Han Mo Bei except Ning Huan.

She was using her own life as a bargaining chip, so Han Mo Bei compromised. He would rather suffer by himself than let Ning Huan live.

Even if they never saw each other again, knowing that she was still alive in this world, knowing that she would slowly recover, knowing that she would be happy was better than knowing that she would die.

Han Mo Bei exhaled a mouthful of smoke. His face was faintly discernible in the smoke, exuding a heavy sense of grief.

He asked, "Where is she?" His voice was calm to the point where no grief and joy could be heard. However, it gave off a heart-wrenching feeling.

The butler replied, "Miss Ning is already on the plane."

Han Mo Bei softly chuckled, "In the end, she has returned to the C-Nation with Wen Sha."

Housekeeper: "If young master does not want them to leave, why did you order them to leave? If you want to, they can always be trapped in the imperial capital. "

Han Mo Bei didn't answer the housekeeper's question, but absent-mindedly said, "It's a bit cold today. I don't know if she wore any more clothes."

The butler handed over the iPad and said, "Young Master, this video was taken by our people."

Han Mo Bei took over the iPad. On it was a video of Wen Sha and Ning Huan getting on the plane. It was about five minutes ago.

In the video, Ning Huan was wearing a coat. Han Mo Bei subconsciously thought, "Fortunately, Ning Huan was wearing an extra coat."

At the very end of the video, Han Mo Bei saw Windsor and Ning Huan holding hands.

As if he was trying to avoid something, he flipped the iPad over and threw it onto the table.

After a long while, Han Mo Bei asked the butler, "Do you have any painkillers?"

The steward was puzzled and asked, "Is Young Master feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

"It hurts, my whole body hurts."

The housekeeper instantly understood why Han Mo Bei said it was so painful, but he still went to look for a bottle of painkiller pills.

Han Mo Bei looked like a drowning man who had grabbed onto the last straw of hope. He quickly unscrewed the bottle and poured out a few pills.

He swallowed all the medicine without drinking any water. A bitter taste spread through his mouth in an instant.

The butler had never seen Han Mo Bei like this before. He heard Han Mo Bei mumbling to himself, seemingly coming from a far away place.

He said, "Why isn't the painkiller working?"

"..."

The plane landed in C Nation in the morning. The temperature in C Nation was lower than in the capital. The moment Ning Huan got off the plane, she shuddered.

Windsor took off her jacket and draped it over Ning Huan's body.

The driver opened the door. "Duke, Duchess, the old King is waiting for you in the palace."

As the car drove into the palace, the guards saluted the people inside.

Windsor got out of the car, opened the door, and helped Ning Huan out.

Windsor took the initiative to hold Ning Huan's hand. "Let's go."

Ning Huan followed Windsor to the old king's administrative hall. The old king was sitting at the conference table, his expression was gloomy and unclear.

When he saw Windsor and Ning Huan enter, he asked, "You're back?"

Windsor nodded, "Yes."

The old king shifted his gaze to Ning Huan. He stared at her flat stomach and asked, "I heard that you're pregnant?"

Ning Huan nodded. "Yes, I'm pregnant."

"The child in Ning Huan's stomach is mine."

The old king stared at Ning Huan and asked, "Is that so?"

Ning Huan hesitated for a moment. When she felt Windsor's subtle hint, she could only nod and say, "Yes, the child in my stomach belongs to Windsor."

The old king nodded, "If that's the case, then you'd better take good care of the womb. If you lack anything, just ask for it."

Ning Huan nodded.

"..."

After returning to Windsor's residence, the old King's words kept echoing in Ning Huan's mind. She had the feeling that the old King knew something, but he didn't expose her.

Just as she was thinking, Ning Huan was suddenly tossed around a little. She lowered her head and saw that it was the suitcase she had brought back from the capital. That box was given to her by Han Mo Bei's housekeeper.

Ning Huan tried a few codes, but none of them worked. Finally, she tried typing in her birthday number.

The luggage popped open with a 'bang'. When Ning Huan saw what was inside, she was stunned.

The suitcases were full of baby products, small clothes, small shoes, and even what kind of milk powder he drank and what age he should have gone to school for, they were all very clear.

Ning Huan sat on the blanket on the ground. Suddenly, she felt her nose sour.