Wen Xiangyang, for him, had always been in a state of nearness yet distance, to the extent that he desperately hoped Wen Xiangyang would get pregnant and never be able to leave him.
Rather than saying he liked children, it would be more accurate to say that the child would give him a sense of security.
Wasn't Wen Xiangyang the same? She loved the man in front of her, but the disparity in their identities, the presence of Xiao Lan between them, made her feel like she and Mu Lingqian were worlds apart.
She too hoped for a child; only with this child could she genuinely feel his presence.
However, if this child wasn't Mu Lingqian's, for her and Mu Lingqian, it would be a thorn stuck in their throats, unable to be pulled out or swallowed.
Wen Xiangyang and Mu Lingqian stayed in the hospital room, their thoughts gradually drifting apart.
Eventually, Mu Lingqian was the first to speak, "Is there anything you'd like to eat?"
Wen Xiangyang shook her head.