Mu Liang turned his head slightly, and a light kiss fell upon Qiao Xia's temple, "Survive."
"I don't want to!" Qiao Xia was stubborn, "If we live, we live together; if we die, we die together. I won't let you die alone."
The expression on Mu Liang's face was inscrutable, in that instant, it was hard to say whether it was sadness or relief that he felt as he gently wiped away her tears, "Qiao Xia, have you forgotten? We have Baby. Would you bear to let Baby die with us?"
For the sake of Baby, she would rather have him face the chance of death, perhaps twice over.
She loved her child so much.
He understood Qiao Xia all too well, perhaps due to their shared experiences, she loved those related to her by blood even more, like family, her sister, her child; because in her obstinate eyes, these were the people whose lives were closely intertwined with hers.
He was a little jealous of the child.
Qiao Xia burst into tears, "I'm sorry, so sorry, I didn't mean to, I just wanted to…"
