Tian Sangsang didn't want to listen to him anymore and crouched down to pick up the umbrella.
"Sangsang." His voice trembled as he called to her, "Can you let me touch my child just once?"
Her gaze was icy as she stared at him, unmoved.
Once again, his tone carried a plea: "I haven't seen him for half a month."
"You're too cold. You'll freeze him."
Jiang Jinghuai's hand hesitated, resting uneasily at his side. "Can I at least see Yanyan?"
"Yanyan has been very happy lately. You should stay away so you don't ruin his mood," Tian Sangsang sneered. "Or do you think his tears haven't fallen enough already? He's just a four-year-old child."
With that, she didn't look at him again and closed the door.
The door sealed off two worlds, separating them completely. The rain continued to fall heavily, the sound of its patter cold and chaotic. Tian Sangsang moved into the living room and placed the umbrella in the corner.
