"Cat, I loved you even before I knew all the truth, even before I knew you were Ye Zhanxing's daughter, it was already too late to stop, wasn't it? Now, no matter what I say, you won't believe me, will you?"
Dan Hanjie embraced them, mother and son, from behind, looking at his son's tear-reddened little face, his heart ached just like hers.
"Tingye, how was he saved?"
Qin Youxuan bit her lip, turned to look at Dan Hanjie, "His eyes..."
"The cornea suffered minor burns, but he has already been checked by Diwu Zexuan, and we've taken medicine to apply. He will need regular check-ups in the future." Dan Hanjie's long fingers poked the little guy's cheek.
Seeing him smile, he couldn't help but curl his lips as well.
"Cat, we still have our son, he can't live without you."
"..."
A sting pierced Qin Youxuan's heart, and tears streamed down.
Once, hearing such words would have filled her heart as if it were poured with honey.
She had a husband who loved her and a lovely son.
