Tao Yu was about to perfunctorily brush it off but seeing his nervous look, she was helpless: “I’m not unhappy, but… what if… what if it’s not a child?” The test strip’s accuracy was certainly less than a hospital check. Now Yue Linze was acting like the child was definitely happening, and she felt some pressure.
And compared to her own pressure, she was more worried about Yue Linze being disappointed.
Yue Linze paused, thinking for a while before frowning: “If it’s not a child, it might be a problem with your stomach. You’ll need to be more careful about what you eat in the future to prevent your health from getting worse.”
Tao Yu was surprised he had diverted the topic, feeling both amused and touched by his concern. With her eyebrows raised, she finally asked: “What if it’s not a child?
It’s not a big deal, don’t put pressure on yourself,” Yue Linze said, thinking she was worried about the matter, rubbing her fingers to comfort her, “We’re still young, there will be plenty of opportunities to have children, no need to rush.”
Tao Yu laughed softly: “What if I can’t have children my whole life?”
Yue Linze’s mouth tightened, and after a while he said: “Then we won’t have any.”
“So decisive?” Tao Yu raised an eyebrow.
Yue Linze finally couldn’t help but reveal a slight smile: “Before meeting you, I never thought about starting a family. After having you, I never thought about finding anyone else. I want a child because I want your child. If you can’t have children, then I won’t want any. As long as you’re by my side, that’s enough.”
Tao Yu looked at him quietly, the softest part of her heart gradually overwhelmed by tenderness. She had heard such words before, but each time felt different. This time, the barrier between them seemed to have finally disappeared.
She lowered her head as if hiding something, gripping his hand more tightly, with a hint of nasal tone: “I miss you so much.”
“Which me?” Yue Linze’s eyes held a shallow smile.
Tao Yu laughed: “Every version of you.”
