She scratched her ear, "He was born premature, but he's quite healthy, nothing..."
"Why did you choose to give birth to him back then?" Rong Ning interrupted her, his gaze towards her was also cold.
Song Huaining felt a pang in her heart, her eyes stung.
She turned her back, and Rong Ning could see she wasn't feeling well. He suddenly recalled his earlier tone; did she think he was blaming her?
He was just used to this kind of coldness.
He stood up, intending to apologize, but Song Huaining had already finished crying. She turned around once more, her eyes clear and bright with steadfastness, holding the softened and firm light molded by time, "Because I love him, I gave birth to him. And I didn't want the family to know and become a burden to them, so I faked my death and ran away,
