That kind of heartache, knowing her own flesh and blood was right beside her all along yet she herself had no idea—every time she thought of it, Tang Yige couldn't stop her eyes from turning wet.
Si Nan looked at the redness at the corners of Yige's eyes, his heart twisting tight. "Yiyi, don't worry. I will never let anyone who harms you or our child off the hook."
Tang Yige's throat felt sore. "Among all those people you're talking about, do you include yourself?"
"Yes! I'll spend my whole life making it up to you and Little Rui," Si Nan said hoarsely.
Tang Yige stared at him.
She didn't want his whole life right now.
All she wanted was for the two of them to let each other go, and quietly live their own separate lives.
But Tang Yige did not say out loud what she was thinking.
Because she knew it was useless.
"When are you moving out? Later today?" Yige said.
Later today?
A clear flash of pain crossed Si Nan's eyes. "You're that eager to shove me out the door?"
