"My Little Yuyu, you've been so indifferent to me these days, I thought... you didn't care about me, weren't worried about me."
Sang Yu: "..."
The reason she had been so cold was that she was also struggling.
Also hesitating.
This wasn't just her own fate; it was Wenwen's too.
Without children...
She would be willing to brave the ends of the earth with him.
But she was worried about Wenwen.
A strange flicker crossed Sang Yu's beautiful eyes, and her small hands clenched tightly as she spoke in a hoarse voice, "I..."
"Don't give me reasons, I understand your thoughts."
I know all the words you want to say.
Gu Cheng hugged the woman in the bathtub tightly, his thin lips pursed, his voice low and magnetic.
"I know you're apprehensive because my status doesn't give you a sense of security... doesn't give you and Wenwen a stable life, all this, I know... Trust me, my trip to France is to resolve all this, okay?"
Sang Yu: "..."