"If you give birth to this child, I will transfer my hatred from you to him. I will not love him, nor will I care for him. If he looks like you, I will even kill him!"
"I don't know how to take care of the child. I don't know when he is hungry or cold. I don't know how to cook, so he will often go hungry. I don't know how to mend clothes, so he can only wear tattered clothes. I can't tell stories, so he can only count sheep when he can't sleep. I am very busy at work, so I will not participate in any activities in his school..."
He took Mian Ling into his arms.
"Do you want these things to happen?" He asked.
Mian Ling cried and shook her head.
The clothes on Yihan's chest were wet. For a long time, they held each other like this, neither of them willing to let go.
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