"Mom, I didn’t, I really didn’t," Luo Qi assured her loudly.
Luo Qi’s mother remained silent, only staring into space behind Luo Qi.
Following her gaze, Luo Qi saw Ah Chuan.
As it turned out, her mother had already noticed Ah Chuan following in behind her.
"Mom, I never did what you asked me not to do, can you believe me?" Luo Qi pleaded tearfully.
"I believe you, my dear, I always have. But if things become too difficult, you don’t have to insist," Luo Qi’s mother’s words were faint, her breathing was ragged and unstable.
"Mom, I understand, I understand..."
"Xiao Qi, promise your mom, for your own good, give him up, okay? You’re too innocent and Qingli is too cunning, you can’t stand a chance against her. I don’t want you to waste your youth," her mother implored.
"I promise you, Mom, I promise you," Luo Qi clung onto her mother’s hand and cried heartbreakingly.
Her mother’s eyes started to lose focus. She wanted to say something, her mouth opened, but nothing came out.
Her hand slipped from Luo Qi’s grasp and gently shook at the edge of the bed.
Luo Qi was taken aback for a moment, then rushed over, calling out, "mom..."
Seeing Luo Qi’s heartrending tears, Luo Xuan tried to comfort her, "Sis, don’t feel sad".
Luo Qi looked up at Luo Xuan for a while, and, in the end, said nothing, just hugged him tightly.
The press conference lasted for three hours, and Ye Ranran remained seated throughout.
Since she hadn’t left, others didn’t dare to leave either, maintaining an unusual order at the event.
One did not try to hurry her, only occasionally looking at her.
It was only when the last model had finished their walk that he spoke, "Let’s go."
"Hmm," Ye Ranran got up from her seat.
The media wanted to interview her, but they were all held back.
Some daring few tried to skip past the secretary and approach Ye Ranran, but were stopped in their tracks when they saw the murderous look in One’s eyes.
Not until they got into the car did One’s expression slightly softened, he pulled something out of his pocket and handed it to Ye Ranran, "Here."
The cold feeling in her hand made Ye Ranran look down. Seeing the blue diamond that looked like the color of seawater in her palm, she couldn’t help but exclaim, "How did you get this?"
"Didn’t you always keep an eye on it? Moreover, the young master gave it to you, it should be kept safe in your possession."
"He has already given me one," Ye Ranran gently stroked the blue diamond.
"Just one, what is that? Since the young master gave it to you, you hold on to it. Otherwise, when he comes back, how will you explain?" One threatened a little.
Ye Ranran stared blankly at the diamond in her hand and asked softly, "Will he come back?"
During this period, she had not contacted Zhou Xian, nor had she asked him for any news about him.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want to know, it was just that she didn’t want to hear any more hopeless news.
If there was any progress, Zhou Xian would tell her, why should she add to her own sorrow?
"He will definitely come back, the young master won’t die so easily," One assured confidently.
"Maybe." Ye Ranran forced a smile and held the diamond tightly in her hand.
One had a point, she should indeed hold on to it; this could very well be the last gift that Jun Mochan had given her.
"It’s because you’ve never seen the young master working. Once we were sent into the desert to pursue a spy. The spy hired a mercenary troop, and we were just a team of three. The young master took out two-thirds of them all by himself," One spoke with pride while reminiscing about Jun Mochan.
There were very few people in this world who had earned One’s respect - Jun Mochan was one of them.