For a moment, Wen Xuan was moved by her—imagine, a fifty-year-old woman still having such thoughts; it's truly incredible.
However, Wen Xuan was only temporarily moved; he continued to play the part of a qualified actor: "Rourou, that's your thought. Did you ask for mine? Maybe I don't want kids at all; maybe I just want you?"
Wen Xuan's words were always so charming, warming Feng Wanrou's heart to the core, even moving her completely, yet she still rationally said:
"Xuanxuan, it's normal for you to have such thoughts now, but what about the future?"
"In the future, I still just want you, Rourou, you know? From the moment I fell in love with you, I've already struggled internally. Since I chose you, I've thought it all through. Rather than having you risk your life to welcome another life, I'd rather there be no such life from the start."
These words really warmed Feng Wanrou to her core. In her fifty years of life, she had never experienced being truly cared for.
