When she brought up the child, Ye Feimo's hands trembled nonstop. That sentence, to him, felt like dying all over again. He had thought his heart couldn't hurt any more, yet once again, it was twisting in agonizing torment.
The child...
She was right—who would give his child a chance?
Ye Feimo's body slowly stiffened, and Wen Nuan could feel the deep sorrow and despair enshrouding him, enveloping her, his hands on her waist as rigid as stone.
Wen Nuan pried his arms open with effort, finally managing to do so as she coldly said, "Ye Feimo, you can go now. Don't come looking for me again."
"What do you mean?" Ye Feimo's voice was as low as it could possibly be, as if he had fallen into a pit of ice. Did Wen Nuan not want him anymore? Was she planning to abandon him?
That can't be, it's impossible; he would not allow it.
