But his eyes were utterly devoid of light, and he seemed to be in poor spirits, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness.
An Ruo suddenly felt like a criminal; she had not only hurt the child but also hurt Tang Yuchen.
And no matter what her choice was, she would at least hurt one person.
If she chose Tang Yuchen, it would deeply wound Mo Hua's heart and hurt Mo Hua's family. But if she chose Mo Hua, the ones who would be hurt were the child and Tang Yuchen.
What should she do? How had she come to this point?
Tang Yuchen walked slowly to them, squatted down, raised his hand to stroke Kangkang's head, and tenderly said, "Kangkang, you're a man and you can't always cry, okay?"
The little guy looked at him and, under his father's gaze, wiped his tears with his sleeve, gently nodded, and stopped crying.
"Do you really want to be with Mom?" Tang Yuchen gently asked him.
Kangkang nodded, his long lashes still wet with undried tears.
