Yun Ya's heart suddenly ached, and he closed his eyes, unable to help but tightly hug his neck.
"Brother Yan, do you really like children?"
"Kids are noisy and a bother, but if they're yours, I wouldn't mind a whole soccer team." His tone was full of pleasure, yet it pierced Yun Ya's heart deeply.
Yan Song saw that she suddenly went quiet and couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"
"Brother Yan, what if I can't have children in the future?" Her voice was so low, like a murmur to herself, but every word reached Yan Song's ears without missing a beat.
Yan Song frowned subconsciously, "How could you not have children? What are you talking about?"
Yun Ya's heart was terribly aching, holding back the sourness in her eyes: "But what if that day comes, if I can't have children, would you despise me?"
