Lin Xinlan slowly sat on the bed, her feelings extremely complicated.
He loves her so much, but is it truly right or wrong?
"But, the child is very important to me..." Lin Xinlan murmured softly.
Rong Shaoze looked at her indifferently, asking without emotion.
"Is the child more important to you than me?"
"..." She couldn’t answer at all.
"Now that you choose to keep the child, you are choosing to give up on me. Xinlan, are you planning to give up on me?"
Lin Xinlan looked up in a panic, "I haven’t!"
Rong Shaoze’s dark eyes stared at her without blinking, showing no emotion.
"Yes, you have. Admit it, in your heart, the child is more important than me."
"If I truly mattered to you, you wouldn’t risk forever leaving me just to save the child. You would rather have the child and leave me. Xinlan, your heart is really cruel."
"It’s not like that!" Lin Xinlan shook her head in sadness, hurriedly defending herself, "I chose to keep the child because maybe I can survive. Besides, he is our child; if I gave him up, wouldn’t that be equally heartless? Why must you force me to give up the child?"
"Because I don’t want you to face any danger..."
"Maybe I won’t die..."
The man sneered coldly, "You’re talking about ’maybe,’ not certainty."
Lin Xinlan froze for a moment, realizing he had thrown her words back at her.
Lowering her eyes, she gritted her teeth and said, "But as long as there’s a glimmer of hope, I can’t give up the child. Even if there’s no hope, I still can’t give him up..."
A cold and harsh look flashed in Rong Shaoze’s eyes.
"Lin Xinlan, do you know what you’re saying?"
He asked coldly, his voice exceptionally icy.
Lin Xinlan remained silent, not daring to look into his eyes.
"What you mean is, even if you might die, you won’t give up the child, right?!" He dangerously questioned.
"Say something!" Rong Shaoze angrily roared, his breath unstable.
Her words deeply hurt his heart, she knew.
Raising her eyes, she calmly met his gaze, "Rong Shaoze, you feel my words hurt you, don’t you? By forcing me to give up the child, aren’t you hurting me? You know how much I love him, so why force me to give him up? Just because I might die? Because of a possibility, you want to make me give up our child? Why don’t you try believing in fate, maybe both the child and I will be fine..."
"Enough!" Rong Shaoze interrupted her, his eyes unusually deep.
"You actually believe in fate... Lin Xinlan, you don’t care about your own life, are you forcing me to give up mine too?"
Lin Xinlan’s heart skipped a beat, her blood seemed to freeze.
Rong Shaoze laughed lightly, unsure if it was a bitter laugh or a mocking one.
"Fine, choose to keep the child. Anyway, if you die, I’ll die with you. You choose between my life and the child’s, make up your mind!"
After saying that, he turned angrily, leaving without looking back.
Lin Xinlan’s shoulders slumped in dejection, her heart aching as if it were suffocating.
She reached out to press tightly against her heart, tears continuously flowing.
Rong Shaoze, why don’t you encourage me, why don’t you face difficulties with me?