Ling Yue held Xia Ji's hand: "Xia'er wants to see, then go see. Just remember, Xia'er, you are always my wife."
"Hahaha~" Xia Ji laughed brightly and wildly: "Of course I'm your wife, who else?"
Ling Yue's palm was slightly cold as he gazed intensely at Xia Ji: "I'm just worried you'll leave me after meeting that man. After all, he's the father of that little boy! If Xia'er could give me a child, I'd give him everything!"
"Father?" Xia Ji played with a strand of Ling Yue's hair, as if she'd heard a funny joke: "In this world, any beast can claim to be a father, but what is he supposed to be?"
She could never forget that someone ruined everything she'd ever sought.
It's like those who feel deeply could never understand why she did what she did, because what she lost was something she could never recover. How could it be just hatred?
Not everyone cares for love.
Just like her, she didn't crave it, yet someone wanted to force it upon her. Isn't it ridiculous?
