The anticipation for having children was there, but for Cheng Qiaobei, now was not the time.
On the surface, he went along with Ye Yujun, but in reality, his actions protected Chen Ningxi.
The cool night breeze by the river was pleasant as it blew.
The two of them sat leisurely on a bench, watching the ferries go by on the river, noticing how Chen Ningxi occasionally crossed her legs alternately.
Cheng Qiaobei asked, "Feet hurt?"
"Yeah. Maybe I've walked too much."
Chen Ningxi looked down, staring at her shoes. Ye Yujun had helped clean the dirty soles and even polished her leather shoes.
A mother's love was in the details of life, as well as in her vision for the future. She understood but did not agree.
Cheng Qiaobei had always been tolerant and caring towards her. Were there things he kept to himself because of love, saying one thing but thinking another?
"Am I too selfish, always thinking about my own feelings, ignoring yours and my parents' thoughts?"