"Because I thought we would have a child before getting divorced."
Zhuo Jian's lips quivered several times; she finally managed to say it.
She hoped their child could grow up in a healthy environment, which first and foremost required their joint efforts.
Fu Yanye's dark eyes turned toward her, followed by a lengthy silence.
Zhuo Jian's heart thumped wildly, unsure whether he wanted children or not.
If he did want them, but not with her, what then?
She grew increasingly uneasy but also more rational, asking him, "Don't you want to give your opinion?"
Fu Yanye lowered his deep black gaze to her lips, touched them gently with his hand, and said in a low voice, "What opinion do you need from me?"
"At least you could tell me first whether you want to have children with me or not?"
Zhuo Jian felt somewhat embarrassed as she asked, her gaze lowered to the buttons on his shirt.
