"No," Tong Ran stubbornly turned her face away, covering her mouth with her hand, her eyes uncontrollably turning red, "I'll starve him to death, is that okay?"
The man's eyes deepened, "You wouldn't dare!"
Starving the child would mean starving herself too, wouldn't it?
"Why wouldn't I dare?" Tong Ran lifted her head, her stubborn look heartbreaking, "Mo Nanjue, don't be good to me, don't be good to this child. He shouldn't exist, he deserves to die, he's a bastard, he..."
She bit her lower lip, wanting to curse with the deepest and most venomous words, but she couldn't bring herself to say them.
Mo Nanjue frowned tightly, his eyes filled with sorrow, he reached out to grip her shoulders. She was really thin, as if a bit of strength would break her, "Tong Ran, do you really take your health so lightly?"
