If a few days ago someone had told him that Cen Yi loved him so much she'd get sterilized for him, he would've called them insane.
Of course, even now, he still thinks so.
Someone like Cen Yi—arrogant, overbearing, unreasonable, full of a bandit's swagger—how could a person like her ever be a "proper" woman?
But to be with him, she was willing to change.
Every time he thought of this, Rong Jincheng felt as if his heart were being carved up with a knife; his reddened eyes brimmed with tears. "You don't have to do this."
"I used to think I really didn't have to. I'm from the Bai family—I could be the exception. But…"
She was still lying in the hospital bed, yet the corner of Cen Yi's mouth lifted slightly. "But now it seems I'm just an ordinary person too, who only wants to spend her life with the one she loves. As for the rest… I don't give a damn anymore."
"Stop talking nonsense. Do you know who you are, what status you have? How can you go and get that kind of surgery?"
