Xu Yihuan turned to look at him, "President Ye doesn't want me to personally feed the child, does he want me to leave the Capital now, so that another woman can come in and be my child's mother?"
Ye Junlin was completely baffled, "Xu Yihuan, have you gone mad? Or are you starting to suffer from postpartum depression already?"
Xu Yihuan struggled to hold back her tears, "What, you dare to do but not admit?"
"What have I done?"
Xu Yihuan looked at the face before her, both familiar and strange, and felt pitiful, "You are disappointed that I didn't die, aren't you?"
"Junlin, ever since I could remember, I liked you. When I reached the age of budding emotions, I understood what that liking meant."
"I knew I wasn't worthy of you, so I only dared to hide in a corner and watch you silently."
"Junlin, I love you, more than I love myself. After my father's incident, I intended to atone. If you want me dead, I am willing to give my life for you."
