Chuxia, I want your child, our child...
Such touching words, when heard by Ling Chuxia, felt like a mountain bearing down directly on her heart. It was so heavy that she didn't know how to respond.
Shi Che was looking forward to having a child, and Mrs. Shi was, too, but what if she couldn't give birth?
Shi Che hadn't yet heard an answer from Ling Chuxia, so he unconsciously turned to glance at her. Ling Chuxia was sitting there in a daze, her expression blank and her eyes revealing a touch of confusion, unaware of what she was thinking.
Shi Che's brows slightly furrowed, and in a low and gentle voice he called out, "Chuxia? Chuxia?"
Hearing Shi Che's voice, Ling Chuxia hurriedly snapped back to reality and instinctively looked up, "What's wrong?"
"I should be the one asking you that. What are you daydreaming about? What's on your mind?"
