Little Junjun looked at the person who closed the door and walked toward him. "Mom, you won't be mad at me, will you????"
Shen Hanqian pressed her lips together, trying not to cry from heartbreak, and restraining herself from speaking in a tone overly steeped in jealousy.
"Why would I be mad at you?" she asked reluctantly.
Looking at this miniature version of Xiao Qingcang, Shen Hanqian sighed internally. This father-and-son pair seemed destined to make her sad, to incite her jealousy.
Little Junjun's eyes were filled with deep apology, sorrow, and hesitation, but there was no alternative for him. "I accepted her. Doing this is very wrong, isn't it? Do you think I don't want you anymore?"
"When you say these things, you've already decided to abandon me and embrace her, haven't you?" Shen Hanqian felt a crack splitting open in her heart, bleeding endlessly inside her.
