"Sran, do you envy?" she asked almost, very considerately.

Hearing this, Huo Siran twitched, pursing his lips and did not answer, but leaned over to help her fasten her seat belt.

"What are you referring to?"

Her little hands gently stroked his fist, and the knuckles above had scratches caused by the fight just now, and her eyes looked at him softly like water: "Child. Have your own children, like them just now."

Huo Siran's body stiffened.

Slowly lifted up her deep eyes as deep as the sea, covering her like the dark blue night, opening her mouth, and gently spreading a warm and refreshing breath on her face: "Don't I?"

How did he remember that he had two.

She smiled softly, and even let him see a few traces of desolation, and repeated the soft voice: "I mean, like they just now."

Finally, I still talked about this issue inevitably.

Hosran raised his hand and gently stroked her little face, concentrating on her sad eyes, and decided not to escape: "I said I envy... and want... what do you want?"

He asked the last few words with a tact, wondering what the little woman thought about.

Sure enough, her slender eyelashes trembled, and she could see that her heart suddenly felt very painful. She should have guessed that no man would desire these things, especially when he was at this age, he had already settled down, but he did not have these.

She smiled, a little mist appeared in her eyes, and she gently touched his face, and said hoarsely: "But I don't seem to... I can't give it."

"In the past three years, we have not deliberately tried it, but we have tried it many times inadvertently. We never avoid it, but... we have not avoided it once. Even this time, I feel that there are signs, and to test it, it still... cannot..."

……so?

There was pain in Hosran's deep eyes, waiting, waiting to listen to her.

"Sran..." She couldn't hold on any longer, lowered her head, pressed her chest with pain, and her voice became hard, "I know... you think... I will cooperate and try it all the time, I'm just afraid... What should I do if we can't do it one day..."

"I know that there are many people who can live happily when they are infertile and adopt them, but..." But he said that he thought, but she couldn't satisfy her. She couldn't bear it for her life that she was wronged.

"But if there is that opportunity and that way, I..." She frowned with a slender eyebrows, tears had already begun to circulate in her eyes, but she was holding on

Without falling behind, he said with a pain, "I can accept it... At that time, you will decide to find someone to have a surrogacy, or even... divorce... If it was proposed to me for this reason, then I... can accept..."

She even tried her best to smile to show that she could be generous.

Even though my heart was so painful that I wanted to die.

Where could Hosran not know how she felt? But—

What did he hear?

With a thin calluse, he gently wiped the hair on her side face, exposing the emotions of her entire little face to his eyes, and could not hide a trace. He slowly approached, pressed his forehead with a high altitude, and smiled calmly and coldly, his voice hoarse and palpitations: "Is this a pity for me? I think if I marry someone else, then my life, perhaps, can be fulfilled?"

"Lin Yitong, why don't you think about it anymore. If you meet me in this life, then will your life be perfect?" He smiled coldly and painfully, "You can be healthy and healthy, get married and have children, instead of being miserable like now, but you are still disgusting yourself for not being able to have children for me, advise me to find a surrogate, and advise me to divorce?"

Her shoulders were shaking, and she was in pain. Tears had already oozed out of the corners of her eyes, but the painful sound was still suppressed.

Huo Siran's eyes were also dry and he got closer to her. He held her face and continued, "Lin Yitong, do you know what I love you? Every time you look at me, there is only me in your eyes and heart, and you don't even have to yourself. You can only see my pain and happiness, but you can't see your own death."

"Do you know why we fall in love?" He took off his thin lips, which were mostly blood-colored, and had approached her lips, with his eyes like a knife and a sword, cutting each other, "Because, so coincidentally, there is only you in my heart, I, Hosran."

He said "love", and she had completely collapsed after hearing this, and she whimpered and cried out, and tears began to fall down.

"I'm with me, because of my fault, you are covered in bruises and you're disabled for life, and you can't even want a child of your own. Do you think I'm not guilty? How much do I want to make time again? As long as you stand in front of me in good health and intact!" A large piece of blood and unabashed pain burst into his eyes, "Lin Yitong, I can't even do you understand this?!!"

The low roar that shook from his chest was like the hissing of a trapped beast, emanating from his depression for so long.

She finally cried with her shoulders tremblingly, hugging him, venting her pain.

She never cried for her incompleteness and incompetence. She used to be only hatred and complaints, but now she cried purely.

"I'm sorry... Siran... I'm so sad... I can't give birth to you, even if I think... Even if I think about it again... I never thought about pushing you to someone else, but I really... I really have no way..."

Hosran felt so heartbroken that he pulled her hand away and kissed her heavily.

The salty smell dyed each other's lips and tongues. He rolled over his lips with a heavy force, pried open it and kissed it inward, blocking her sob. He felt his heart trembling when he heard it, and he just wanted to hold it and comfort him until the end of time...

"Who do you think can match me? Or, any woman who can give birth to a child can do it?" He sneered against her lips and said hoarsely, "I don't think so, Tongtong, I will never think of what it feels like to be with a woman other than me, I can't accept it..."

"You are afraid that you will be wronged for the rest of your life, but I am just afraid that you will suffer for the rest of your life because of infertility. It doesn't matter whether you hate me for it. You won't know how afraid I am of your pain..."

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Since getting married, Hosran felt that from then on, she would definitely not suffer any grievances even if she died.

But this time, it was like this.

The pain in his heart was overwhelming, but he was desperately wondering who to blame. He could only... work harder and work harder to make the grievance go as quickly as possible. It was at this time that she knew that compared to whether she had children, her little bit of sadness would cost him even more.

When I returned to the villa area, it was already 9:30.

The children slept in the room upstairs.
Chapter completed!