Zong Yue stepped off the steps, casting a sidelong glance at him, "Then when you get a third aunt, will you also adopt a child?"
Zong Zhan patted her head, "Don't curse your third uncle. A woman's life isn't complete if she can't have children. Go home and take your medicine."
Zong Yue fell silent.
She didn't think her third uncle was excessive, but she understood a deeper truth.
In a man's subconscious, the responsibility of having children is entrusted to women, which is neither fair nor like a shackle.
Just like her, blaming and belittling herself for not being able to conceive. If it weren't for her deep love for Li Jun and not wanting to quash his wish to be a father, she wouldn't have had to.
...
At four in the afternoon, Zong Yue returned to South Sea.
Today was the last day of the New Year's Day holiday. Li Jun wasn't working overtime, but he was still busy in the study.
