Han Ye did not let his thoughts betray him. He kept a calm expression on as he asked,
"Yes, sure. But may I know the reason? You seem fine with it yesterday."
"No reason. Just… I don't think I can be a good surrogate mother. I'm just a street kid with no identity of my own. Who knows what kind of bad genes I carry with me? I should have thought more about it."
When she was showering earlier, she saw the scars on her body that were reflected in the huge mirror in the bathroom. Along with those that she got from her less than beautiful past, the accident from twenty years ago had left its mark on her as well. Even though most of it had faded with the passing of time, they still reminded her of how dangerous it was to expose herself.
