"One is your child, the other is the child's mother, how can you tell me not to care?"
Ning Xia slightly raised her head, blinking in an attempt to stifle her tears, "You might be able to, but I can't!"
Even if she could disregard Shi Jiayin, the child was innocent. How heartbroken must Little Crybaby have been because of his neglect, he wouldn't know, but she was acutely aware!
The man did not speak, yet she could hear his breathing becoming heavier through the phone, even carrying threads of danger.
But soon, he suppressed it, and his voice became very faint, "Ning Xia, our focus isn't the child, I don't want to mention it again."
"..."
Ning Xia pulled at the corners of her lips, failing to summon even the slightest smile, "Then what is our focus?"
"What exactly are your feelings toward me?"
Everything was supposed to be confirmed tonight, but it had all been messed up. Despite this, he still wanted her answer.
