Tang Yuchen held An Ruo tightly, his voice muffled, "Baby, I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have deceived you, I'm sorry."
If he had been clear with her at the time, if he hadn't married Lan Keren, none of these misfortunes would have happened between them.
An Ruo shook her head, "Let the past be the past. Now that the child is still alive, I hold no grudges anymore, I just want to live a simple life."
That had always been the life she yearned for, and now that she had the chance and the ability to live that life, she wouldn't let it pass her by.
As for love and hate, they had long ceased to be everything in life to her.
Tang Yuchen's eyes were dark as he held her tightly, no longer speaking.
An Ruo let him hold her, knowing this was the last time, and that afterward, they would each live their own lives.
