Han Tingting didn't say it out loud, but only little kids insist to others that they aren't kids. 'Actually,' she thought, 'when you think about it, Tan You is about the same age as my son from my past life.'
It was just that her son couldn't compare to Tan You at all. Han Tingting fell silent at the thought of that child.
She was already on a completely different path from her previous life, which meant that child was fated never to be born. Han Tingting didn't feel much pain at giving him up. She had suffered enough in her past life; now, she just wanted to live for herself.
She wanted to live a more relaxed life. As for things like family and children, Han Tingting truly had no interest.
If married women were given a choice, perhaps ninety percent of them wouldn't choose to get married. It was just too hard. Thinking of the hardships in her past life, Han Tingting's eyes reddened involuntarily.
