"Alright, now that you've said that, I feel better." Fu Yunshen cuddled on the sofa, one hand playing with the girl's hair, and suddenly spoke, "Yaoyao, I've thought for a long time."
"Hmm?"
"Let's not have children in the future."
Ying Zijin was taken aback: "Commander, that pivot was a bit too fast."
She really didn't know how his thoughts jumped there.
"So why?"
"I don't want you to hurt." Fu Yunshen lowered his head to look at her, his light amber eyes gentle, his voice very soft, "I can't bear it at all."
He didn't know what kind of feelings Fu Liuying had at that time, nor how she overcame all the difficulties to give birth to him.
It was only after going through so much that he understood it was the courage of a mother.
Mothers are strong.
Fu Liuying's death was the one thing he could never forgive Yuh Shaoyun for.
He could never let go of it in this lifetime.
Fu Yunshen leaned down, looking carefully at her face: "Yaoyao, does it hurt?"
