What I don’t want to hear,” Situ Jin interrupted her, “is that you cannot deprive a child of the right to survive, even if you are his mother. It is precisely because you are his mother that life has many tribulations. He can choose to give up or be hurt by others, but you cannot be the one to do so. You are his only protector, and your heartbeats are in sync.”
Ru Feng cried silently, “Dad.”
Situ Jin clenched his fist, his nails digging into his flesh. “You should know that Qi Feng suffered severe trauma in his youth. No one knows the aftereffects that experience left on him. I once thought he would never have children. Now, after you’ve finally conceived, you want to give up? By not wanting this child, how is it not a denial for Qi Feng, who loves you more than life itself? By rejecting his flesh and blood, how can you expect him to accept this?”
Each word struck her heart, causing blood and tears.
Ru Feng slowly squatted on the ground, hugging herself.
As a mother, she does not want her child destined for suffering. Is this wrong?
Seeing his daughter’s helplessness, Situ Jin’s hand moved slightly, but he looked away. This time, she was truly wrong.
Ying Feng returned home to see Ru Feng in distress and rushed to support her arms. “Feng’er, what happened?”
Ru Feng looked up, tears welling in her eyes. “Big Brother!” she sobbed uncontrollably.
Ying Feng half-carried her to the sofa, wiping her tears as he turned to Situ Jin. “What happened?”
Situ Jin replied, “Let her tell you herself.”
“Feng’er?” Ying Feng asked softly.
Ru Feng bit her lip. “I don’t want the child in my belly.”
Ying Feng’s hand stiffened in shock. After a moment, he felt her forehead. “Feng’er, do you have a fever?”
She shook her head vigorously as new tears fell.
Ying Feng held her, gently stroking her back. “Are you afraid you can’t take care of the child? Don’t worry, Dad and Brother are here!”
“No.”
“Then why?” He was puzzled. “Don’t you like your own child?”
