Looking at Mo Chuxi's desolate and sad gaze, Yan Xinxin felt heartache and confusion.
She asked, only to see him lower his eyes and sigh softly.
"Our baby always has issues. Is it because we're too happy, and the heavens want to find a balance with our child?"
Suddenly hearing these words from Mo Chuxi's mouth, Yan Xinxin couldn't help but be stunned.
"Xi, don't think like that. You haven't wronged me. On the contrary, you've given me so much. Although you did things you shouldn't have back then, I'm still grateful to you for giving me Xi and Chun."
"What things shouldn't have been done?"
As soon as Yan Xinxin's comforting words fell, she suddenly heard the little guy in her arms ask this question.
She was taken aback, pondering how to answer this question, when she heard Mo Chuxi's pleasant voice in her ear.
"You'll understand when you grow up."
Mo Chuxi said as he raised his hand to touch his son's head, his gaze deep and meaningful.
