Wen Ran wanted to speak, but at this moment, she couldn't utter a word.
Downstairs, at the roadside not far away, Mo Xiuchen was anxiously scanning around. He couldn't find the one he was yearning for. A dimness spread through his bright eyes– He tightly pursed his lips, his voice suddenly dropped, carrying a heartbreaking self-blame and guilt, he murmured softly: "Ranran, I didn't mean to lie to you, I just didn't want you to feel sad."
She was the person he was least willing to deceive and hurt in this world.
The hand holding the mobile phone began to slightly shiver in fear she might hang up. Without waiting for her to speak, he bursted out urgently: "I don't care if we have kids, I love you. No matter if we have children or not, it's the same."
Although he also hoped to have a son or daughter with her, if he had to choose, he would not hesitate to choose her. As long as he could have her by his side for life, he'd rather not have kids.
"Xiuchen!"
Wen Ran finally choked out.
