"Sons are their mother's lovers from a past life. I'm busy taking care of my little lover, so you go play by yourself." Qin Youxuan moved his hand away, carefully coaxing the little one in her arms.
Dan Hanjie was immediately cast aside by the mother and son duo—utterly frustrated.
Within seconds, he clung to Qin Youxuan again.
"I want a little lover too," Dan Hanjie muttered gloomily, reaching out to wrap his arm around Qin Youxuan's waist.
"..."
Qin Youxuan turned to look at him, slightly surprised.
He had said before that he'd never make her have another baby.
And given their current situation, it wasn't appropriate either...
Qin Youxuan lowered her gaze, her eyes dimmed with sadness.
Some things, she had been working very hard to force herself not to think about.
But not thinking about them didn't mean they didn't exist, or that she didn't mind.
She still hadn't let go of Ye Zhanxing's death; she just knew what mattered most at the moment.
