"I asked her already," Bo Yeyuan's eyes suddenly deepened.
Li Qiyu retorted sarcastically, "You asked her, where? In your dreams, perhaps?"
"Miss Li, you find this amusing?"
"It's not funny—don't tell me you really asked her in your dreams—?"
Bo Yeyuan handed her the honey water, and she took it: "Dreams aren't reality; they're the workings of your subconscious, your thoughts don't represent her. And I am her, why don't you ask me?"
"Actually, I don't need to ask her to know that she would want this child. She's kind-hearted and wouldn't bear to see the child hurt; besides, she longs for kinship, always wanting her own family. Even when the Li family was so harsh on her, she still yearned for kinship!" Bo Yeyuan supported himself on the bedside, leaning close, yet his gaze held a distant look, "In the beginning, she didn't want me because of the child. And for the sake of the child, she stayed by my side! She has always wanted a child, even when she was desperate about me..."
