Holding Lin Mengyao by the waist, Xu Ke spoke with a hint of guilt in his voice: "This matter was my oversight. I initially thought that we were still young, that we could enjoy a few more years of just the two of us before having children. But I never understood the dangers of childbirth, nor did I ask for your opinion. I hope you won't blame me for this." Towards the end, Xu Ke's voice had become somewhat cautious.
Lin Mengyao was only preoccupied with feeling distressed, not thinking of anything else, and words of comfort and persuasion came out almost without thinking.
"Back then, I felt the same way as you, so there's no need for you to feel guilty. Besides, having children is something for two people. If I wanted to have one and told you, you wouldn't refuse, would you? So don't overthink it. After all, we're still young. We can wait a few more years, and it's not as scary as Sister Zhou said."
