Tang Li murmured a response.
Her words were succinct yet brimming with resolve.
Just like her initial attitude over the phone when mentioning having a child.
"Having a child also means shouldering more responsibility," Song Baiyan gazed gently at Tang Li's face: "This responsibility doesn't last a day or a month; it's for decades, even longer. Are you sure you're ready to take on this responsibility now?"
A child is not a toy.
A toy that's disliked can be discarded at will.
But a child cannot.
Tang Li naturally understood this fundamental difference.
Back in Diannan village, she had seen mothers abandon their children.
To women, having another child equals more ties, ties that inevitably cause loss.
"At your age, I had many ambitions, but settling down was never one of them."
Tang Li looked at Song Baiyan again, upon hearing this.
Song Baiyan continued: "Turning twenty is not merely adding a digit to your age."
"..." Tang Li couldn't help but hold her knees tighter.
