Pei Chenyang's lips moved slightly, he understood what Zhao Mengmeng meant in her words, and also knew that her self-abandonment at this moment was indeed due to the atmosphere.
Whenever the past of the child was brought up, Pei Chenyang felt powerless and heartbroken.
How he wished he could go back to that time and stop his brother's actions. If so, perhaps Zhao Mengmeng wouldn't be as repulsed by him as she is now, right?
Although the possibility was very slim, he still couldn't help but hope for it.
"But in fact, you've persevered because you also love him, don't you?" he suppressed his other chaotic thoughts and asked with a smile.
Zhao Mengmeng lowered her head, sniffing. Wasn't that obvious?
This was a life she was talking about; she definitely didn't want to be a murderer of her own child.
Seeing that her mood had slightly stabilized, Pei Chenyang took out a tissue and carefully dried her tears.
