After finishing the painting, He Xiyan turned off the lights in the room. She went to the bedside, lifting the quilt and carefully lying down beside Yuanyuan.
"Baby, I'm sorry!" He Xiyan gently said that she was sorry. If there were anyone she was sorry for in her life, it would be her child. She gave birth to Yuanyuan, but did not give him a complete home. Today, Yuanyuan stayed with Mo Yixuan though, it was impossible for her to return to that man.
"Baby, I hope you won't blame me when you grow up." He Xiyan said so, with a kind of hoarseness and heartache in her voice.
Yuanyuan was still very little now, but she knew that one day the child would grow up and know everything. At that time, she did not know what Yuanyuan would think, nor did she know whether the child would still be close to her or would hate her when he grew up.
Now, however, all she could do was this.
