Finally, no need to hold back, he can freely embrace her.
Mark Reed freed one hand and placed it on her leg, giving it a pat. Having her by his side felt so good!
She clasped his hand, holding it tightly.
His palm was so wide, offering her much warmth and a sense of security. It was slightly rough, unlike her own soft hands, with thin calluses from gym equipment.
Her heart was in turmoil, wondering how to persuade him to agree to sacrifice the child to save Xixi.
She understood his feelings.
As a mother, how could one not love their own child?
Although the child had been in her womb for a short time, it was already a part of her, blood-bound, and she couldn't bear the thought of her child turning into a pool of blood.
This world is so beautiful, she has so much to say to the baby, many stories to tell, taking him/her on the Ferris wheel, eating cotton candy, fulfilling wishes she couldn't achieve in her childhood.
Yet she had to make a choice...
