Xia Siyuan feels that Ye Xingguang must be joking with her. Late-stage cancer—how could that not mean the world is falling apart? But others can comfort her, and in her heart, she still feels warmth.
After getting in the car, Xia Siyuan sat inside, hesitating whether to call her parents. She must say something; otherwise, after she's gone, who will take care of her child?
She doesn't even know who the child's biological father is.
After pondering for a long time, Xia Siyuan made the call.
Once the call connected, her voice instantly became hoarse: "Mom..."
"I'm fine, just missing you all."
"Mom, I'll be back in the capital in a few days. Shen Changyun and I have broken up…"
"Mom, don't worry about me. He and I aren't suitable for each other. As for the wedding, just forget about it, tell the relatives about it."
"The child... the child isn't Chang Yun's..."
