Yan Luoxi returned to the master bedroom, feeling very complicated. Seeing the man already washed, lying in bed reading a book, she couldn't muster the energy to walk over.
Li Yeqi closed the book and placed it aside. Seeing her dejected look, he patted the bedside next to him and beckoned her over, "Xixi, come sit."
Yan Luoxi moved to his side and sat down next to him as he tugged her over. Her eyes drooped, constantly reflecting on her actions over the years. Honestly, she hadn't given Yanling a very good childhood.
Rather than saying she was unwilling to rely on anyone when things happened, it would be more accurate to say she felt guilty towards this child.
Li Yeqi noticed her hanging head and bent slightly to look up at her, "What's wrong? Did you not have a pleasant talk with Xiaoling?"
Yan Luoxi's eyes reddened, she turned her head away, not wanting him to see her like this. Her voice choked a little, "Li Yeqi, as a mother, am I very negligent?"
