"You still doubt me, thinking I've done something to wrong you!" As soon as these words escaped, her own heart ached.
"…No," Mu Xiaojiu said indifferently.
"Do you think I would believe that? If it was nothing, would you treat me this way?"
Once the sense of injustice surged like a flood, not even a hundred thousand miles of dam could hold it back.
Baili Xia stared intensely at him, and her eyes instantly reddened, "You've always suspected me and Jin, you think the child is his!"
Why are there such terrible men? The child was clearly his, yet he suspected her of messing around with another man, doubting her loyalty to him!
"From the beginning to the end, there's only been you, why do you doubt me?"
Maybe it was the mountain wind that stung her eyes, but large tears just rolled down.
Those words that were usually unsaid, unsure of how to express them, now came spilling out without any hesitation.
After all, he did not believe her, so what difference would speaking make?
