"You're always so weak, with the compassion of a woman!" Nangong Wenxiang accused her unceremoniously.
Nangong Ruyue lowered her eyes: "I understand what you mean, but I can't kill him."
She was already of an age, had been through many storms, and had seen too much of the world.
She had passed the age of impulsiveness and definitely didn't have the luxury of youth to act recklessly.
So whatever she did had to be well thought out, leaving no room for regret.
Even though she might not want this child now, she knew that many years later, when everything had calmed down, she would surely regret deciding not to have him.
Moreover, this child had helped them many times; without his presence, Yufei and the others would likely have been in trouble long ago.
Therefore, she couldn't abandon him, couldn't be cold-blooded and cruel.
What's more, not wanting him now is simply impossible.
If Nangong Xu's men retaliated, she wouldn't be able to suppress it.
