There was so much Si Zhening wanted to ask her. He had even prepared the list such as, how well had she been living all these years? Was her sleep still plagued with nightmares? Did the memory of that week still haunted her?
But as soon as he saw the toddler, all the questions stuck in his throat, unable to be delivered. Instead, he only asked one thing, one most important question which he urgently wanted to hear the answer to.
"So, are you leaving home for...this child?"
Si Qingzhao's face paled, especially when she looked into his eyes. Si Zhening had no idea what she saw in them. He himself didn't understand what he was feeling. "Don't you hate him? If you do, why are you still willing to—" give birth to this devil's spawn?
