Lu Huai'an's dark eyes, once disrupted in their calm, have now returned to their natural state. His deep-set features are cold and indifferent, with a hint of anger in his voice, "I said it's my responsibility, don't let your imagination run wild."
His anger is directed at himself, not her.
The source of her recent abnormal behavior was finally found; feeling indebted interfered even with her hatred towards him.
Just like he did back then.
Lin Chu closed her eyes, unwilling to let her tears flow recklessly.
"I owe you, and you owe me. Let's stop making it difficult for each other. Let me be the one to end it since it started with me."
She couldn't find peace.
Lu Huai'an's gaze fell on the woman's tear-soaked face, but his rough hands couldn't dry her tears. His fists clenched tightly, the bulging veins gruesome, displaying his current restraint.
His voice was hoarse and raspy, "Is wanting to use the child to absolve your hatred my wishful thinking?"
