Who's talking? Is that Chuxia? What is she saying?
Shi Che's consciousness had not fully cleared just yet, and he could only faintly hear that familiar voice by his ear, hoarse and with a sobbing tone, laced with resentment.
As soon as he sensed that resentment, Shi Che's chest felt as if it was being heavily stricken by something. How much must Chuxia hate him... Was it that no matter how he tried to make amends for his mistakes, he could never earn her forgiveness?
But indeed, he was a bastard; he married her intending to treat her well, to make her happy, but during those three years, he gave her nothing but cold neglect or cold violence. It was only natural for Chuxia to hate him.
But... a child?
The word "child" seemed to seep slowly into his ears, and Shi Che's brow furrowed subconsciously. Child? What child? Their child, him and Chuxia? What was Chuxia saying?
Why not want her child?
