"How will you explain to your child when they grow up and ask about their dad?"
Zhang Xiaowei still wanted to make sure of Tan Xiaoli's genuine thoughts and didn't drop the subject there and then.
"What else can I say? He's dead."
To this question, Tan Xiaoli actually didn't seem to care much.
Indeed, life isn't always perfect.
Zhang Xiaowei hesitated for a moment, then continued to ask, "Aren't you worried that your child will lack a father's love growing up, that it might affect their development?"
"I believe that with me around, they will grow up strong."
When Tan Xiaoli said this, her eyes were full of tender maternal love.
Suddenly, she looked up at Zhang Xiaowei and asked nervously in a quiet voice, "Xiaowei, if I decide not to remarry in the future, will you still come to keep me and the child company after you're married?"
"Of course."
Zhang Xiaowei answered decisively, but his heart was filled with guilt.
"Then I'm relieved."
