"No."
Tang Huai looked at Zhan Tingzhi candidly, "I'm still young, I have dreams I want to pursue. Zhan Tingzhi, I don't want to be like other women who marry early and have children."
Zhan Tingzhi looked into her eyes, "What is your dream?"
Tang Huai smiled, looked up at the sky, "My dream... I want to stand at the pinnacle."
Upon hearing this, Zhan Tingzhi felt a shock to his heart, "The pinnacle?"
Tang Huai smiled as she looked at Zhan Tingzhi, "Do you find it absurd?"
Zhan Tingzhi, puzzled, "Tang Huai, doesn't a woman hope to marry a good man and then have a bunch of kids?"
"A bunch of kids?" Tang Huai gave a bitter smile, "So what about a bunch of kids? My mother also had a bunch of kids, but in the end?"
"…"
Tang Huai's smile was brimming as she looked at Zhan Tingzhi, yet Zhan Tingzhi felt that her smile hid pain.
"Zhan Tingzhi, my father is dead."
"…" A trace of pity and heartache flickered in Zhan Tingzhi's eyes.
