She knew that even if she were to die or become disabled, Beiming Han and Gu Qingxin would take care of him. But she hoped that her son could live independently.
She didn't want, as a mother, to leave nothing for her son, to teach him nothing. In the end, she had merely given birth to him and presented him with life. That's all.
"Shushu, what's the matter with you? How old is Xiao Yi this year? It's normal for children to cry! Even if you want Xiao Yi to change, it's not going to happen in a day. Can we take it slowly?" Gu Qingxin, knowing that Ye Yingsu was Xiao Yi's mother and had authority to decide everything for him, could only negotiate with her.
"Come out with me!" Ye Yingsu looked at her son.
Xiao Yi nervously clung to Gu Qingxin's neck, not letting go.
"Beiming Yi! Come out with me! Don't let me say it a third time." Ye Yingsu spoke sternly.
Xiao Yi, "..."
