Moh Shiche furrowed his brows, not understanding where her repulsion and anger were coming from. He wanted to look into her eyes, but found them veiled by a thin layer of mist, making it momentarily impossible for him to see through her thoughts.
He asked, expressionless, "Why are you crying? Is the idea of having a child with me that upsetting to you?"
"Yes, it really is upsetting," Luo Qiangwei looked up at him, her voice firm and serious, "So, Moh Shiche, let's never have children. Once this storm blows over, let's end this ridiculous marriage and go our separate ways. That would be the best outcome for both of us."
"Ridiculous as it may be, it's a marriage you forced," Moh Shiche looked down at her reddened eyes, a cold, mocking smile forming on his lips, "I never intended to start this, but you forced your life and mine to twist together. Luo Qiangwei, this is my marriage,"
