Because... she is the mother of his daughter.
And the woman he loves.
If it were so easy to give up, could it really be called love?
...
The next day, early in the morning.
Qiao An woke up to the sound of insects chirping and birds singing.
Close at hand was the man's stunning face, his delicate brows and eyes as if carefully sculpted by God Himself.
She lifted her hand, her fingertips gently tracing his contours, suddenly, she shouted in his ear, "Mu Jingxi, wake up~"
The man's eyes snapped open, from initial confusion to gradually focusing.
Looking at his rare bewildered expression, Qiao An couldn't help but reach out and pinch his face, "Ah, why are you so cute? I really want to give you a kiss."
Mu Jingxi's brows furrowed, realizing she was just being mischievous first thing in the morning.
He pulled her hand away, "Let's skip the kiss, how about I give you a punch instead?"
"Would you have the heart?"