I once hid alone in the silent night, enduring grievances to seek compromise.
Ran Zhihan heard his husband's words repeatedly. He felt that if he didn't take this opportunity to act a bit haughty, how could he have a place to stand in this family in the future? Although having a footing wasn't important to him, what mattered was whether he could be by his child's side for a lifetime.
But at this moment, he suddenly felt that if he didn't even have a place to stand, then what ability or qualification would he have to stay at home with his child? He didn't want much, just to be able to accompany his child peacefully. Maybe for others, such a request wasn't excessive, but for him, it was too luxurious to even consider—there's simply no way for him to achieve it. If one day they really drove him out of the house, what would he do? How could he return to his child? No one has ever thought about his feelings as a mother; it's always so selfish and self-serving.
