"Memories? What kind of memories?"
Xu Wendong frowned deeply, a hint of confusion flickering in his eyes.
Tomorrow would be the day to set off for the Netherworld; mentioning leaving a memory at this moment seemed far too rushed.
Zhao Ying'er took a deep breath, lightly biting her lip; her originally clear eyes now showed an unprecedented determination.
"I... I want you to leave me with a child." Her voice was soft, yet it exploded like thunder inside the room.
"What?!" Xu Wendong stepped back half a step abruptly, feeling a tingling sensation on his scalp as his head buzzed.
Zhao Ying'er's eyes gradually reddened, with tears shimmering on her long lashes: "Are you unwilling?"
Her voice had a slight tremor: "Or... were you never intending to take responsibility for me?"
Xu Wendong's Adam's apple moved, his chest seemed blocked by a wad of cotton.
He had never seen Zhao Ying'er like this—usually that focused-on-cultivation, cold-as-frost junior sister now appeared helpless.
