Lian Xinying finished this sentence in a muted voice, and the two fell into silence.
"I'll go. You stay at home and help me take care of the child. If your mother doesn't want to come to us, I'll have the driver pick her up and meet outside."
Yan Ye insisted on his opinion.
Lian Xinying couldn't persuade him.
"Yan Ye, have you ever thought that when my mother returns, we might have to separate temporarily?" The sorrow in Lian Xinying's eyes pierced his heart.
But his tone was very calm, "Think on the bright side; it's better than anything for your mother to be alive. If you trust me, even if we separate, it will just be temporary. I will find a way to make your mother accept me."
Lian Xinying was a woman, and moreover, a sensitive and easily saddened little woman. At such times, Yan Ye had to be like a great tree for her to lean on.
Lian Xinying took a deep breath and calmed her emotions.
