He had always known that she would never forgive him, never trust him, so he had never hoped for her forgiveness.
But still...
Xiaoqiao was right, just because of that, should he give up on even explaining?
Perhaps what hurt her the most was not the physical pain, not the things that had happened, but the fact that he had never offered her any explanation from beginning to end.
Leaving her alone to wander between belief and doubt, at her most helpless and insecure, he did nothing, ultimately letting her become completely lost...
Xiaoqiao curled the corners of her lips, "Not wanting to drag the child down? Shouldn't I be the one saying that? How do I know that you didn't spend three years finding this place, painstakingly hiding your identity, deceiving me time and again, just to use the child to make me suffer more?"
"How do I know that your plan isn't to make the child depend on me, unable to leave me, and then cruelly take him away from my side?"
