"Alright." Su Nian agreed after a brief contemplation.
Yixin woke up Yiqiao and half-supported him out. With the absence of the two children, her heart started to beat erratically again, and chaotic memories surged once more. Su Nian held her slightly aching head, her face pale, her nails unknowingly digging into her palm, leaving crescent-shaped marks.
There was only one feeling in her heart: humiliation.
Wasn't she in love with Luoz? How could she marry Zheng Haoyu? Why would she give birth to Zheng Haoyu's child? How could she shamelessly be with Zheng Haoyu after marrying Luoz? Su Nian, do you have any sense of decency?
She tugged at her own hair, her small body curled into a ball on the bed.
The vast unknown emotions felt like a duckweed floating on the vast ocean, unable to find any sense of belonging.
She didn't know how long it had been before she finally couldn't help but sob, like a deer lost without direction, making a lonely cry for help.
