When she wanted to reach out and touch his face, his head slightly turned away, and a pair of eyes, deep as still water, stared tightly at Qin Yin.
"Nan Sichen..." Qin Yin called his name with a trembling voice, feeling deeply hurt inside, as he was now rejecting her touch.
"Do you hate me?" Qin Yin asked softly, "Or have you stopped loving me?"
Nan Sichen looked at her blankly without speaking, just slightly furrowing his brows. He watched Qin Yin silently crying, reached to wipe the tears on his own face, then forced a smile and said, "It's okay, it's okay, even if you hate me, even if you don't love me anymore, it doesn't matter. This is all my own doing."
"But, Nan Sichen, we have a child now. Didn't you always long for a child before? It's been over seven months now, almost time to give birth. Do you wish for a boy or a girl?" Qin Yin asked, turning her tone around.
Nan Sichen still didn't speak.
Qin Yin started talking to herself.
