Ye Manrong in the mirror covered her face, tears flowing through her fingers.
She regretted it so much!
All these years, if she hadn't just pressured Xie Zhiyao to pursue music, to be an artist, without ever sincerely asking her what she truly wanted, without ever caring what she really liked.
She thought, if she could have given Xie Zhiyao more love, the result might have been different.
*
With a loud cry, Qian Sisi's second baby was handed over by the nurse.
"Nurse... the baby is..." Bai Cheng'an held Qian Sisi's hand, kissed her on the forehead tenderly, and upon hearing the baby's cry, asked quickly.
The nurse glanced over, expressionless, and said, "It's a boy!"
Bai Cheng'an burst into tears.
An exhausted Qian Sisi was amused by Bai Cheng'an, and while panting, squeezed his hand back: "Honey, calm down—"
"Why—why can't I have a daughter? Having a daughter, why is it so hard?" The big man Bai Cheng'an wailed without any concern for his image.
