Sometimes, even she loathed herself.
Fortunately, in this world, there was still one person who, no matter what she became, always held her tenderly in his palms. Her Brother Yan would never disgust her.
"Brother Yan, there is still hope, you know I've been trying so hard all these years, for Miaomiao, and for myself. I want to have children with you, I dream of it, after so many years of treatment, there is hope for us..." Each word pierced deeply into Yan Song's heart, his beloved girl harbored so much sorrow deep inside.
He only resented himself for not being able to bear her burdens. He buried his cheek deeply into her cloud-like hair: "Yaya, it doesn't matter if we have children; I don't want you to be too tired..."
"No..." Yun Ya clutched tightly at the front of his shirt, stubbornly saying: "I will have them, don't you remember the dream I told you about? It must be true..."
