An Ruo turned her head to look at him, a faint and beautiful smile still lingering on her lips.
Attracted by her smile, Tang Yuchen's heart raced uncontrollably.
She said with a smile, "Do you know, before you brought me back, I was very afraid of children."
The man was stunned as she continued, "You never saw our child, but I did. He was very small, just this big."
She measured a small span with her hands.
"He had no eyebrows, his eyes tightly shut, his body cold, his skin tinged with a purplish color, and there was still blood on him. His appearance, it was terrifying, yes, terrifying... He was my child, and no matter how ugly, I would never despise him, but when I saw him, all I felt was terror."
Tang Yuchen's breath caught, her words, each like a knife, piercing fiercely into his heart, causing every nerve in his body to tremble with pain.
He clenched his fists tightly, wanting to beg her to stop talking, but his throat could not produce any sound.
