The nuisance that the child had brought upon her,
Was the way for them to brigade both of their feelings to each other,
The way to marry each other was to do the wrong thing.
The way everything could fall down in one second.
***
THE YEAR 1904, a century away from the present time.
"Don't tell me---"
"Yeah. Use me to say to everyone that I'm the father of this child," Xiaojun dropped the bomb. Much worse, it was life-threatening at the same time. Ying Yue shook her head, frightened about what might happen. Her eyes were full of tears once again. She looked at the farther side, biting her lip and pushing him away.
"No, Ying Yue, let's do it. Let's do it for the sake of the child, okay?" Xiaojun gripped the both sides of her shoulders. Ying Yue continued to shake her head, and she closed her eyes immediately.
