Yun Ya’s heart suddenly ached, and he closed his eyes, unable to help but tightly hug his neck. "Brother Yan, do you really like children?" "Kids are noisy and a bother, but if they’re yours, I wouldn’t mind a whole soccer team." His tone was full of pleasure, yet it pierced Yun Ya’s heart deeply. Yan Song saw that she suddenly went quiet and couldn’t help but ask, "What’s wrong?" "Brother Yan, what if I can’t have children in the future?" Her voice was so low, like a murmur to herself, but every word reached Yan Song’s ears without missing a beat. Yan Song frowned subconsciously, "How could you not have children? What are you talking about?" Yun Ya’s heart was terribly aching, holding back the sourness in her eyes: "But what if that day comes, if I can’t have children, would you despise me?" Yan Song felt there was something off in her tone, pulled her out of his embrace, and seeing her crying, became nervous. While wiping away her tears, he coaxed her, "If you can’t have them, then you can’t have them, I don’t really like kids anyway, they only cause trouble. Besides, medical science is so advanced now, there’s IVF, in vitro fertilization...." Yun Ya didn’t know whether he was speaking sincerely or just trying to comfort her. She didn’t know what he would choose when faced with reality, now her mind was a complete mess. Moreover, she disliked those medical fertility methods, even despised them intensely. She only wanted natural conception, to carry a child for love through ten months of pregnancy, to birth the fruit of their love. But why—why must the heavens be so cruel to her. Yun Ya couldn’t hold back her tears, flowing down her face. Yes, she and Miaomiao were both children cursed by the heavens. Mary said that for her to have grown up was already a medical miracle. This defect shouldn’t matter much, she should think positively. She could be indifferent before, but now, trapped in the marsh of love, unable to extricate herself, how could she remain positive? She grew to hate Ji Lanyi and Yun Shen more and more, wishing she could tear them into pieces. It was their fault, their incestuous retribution, that magnified and passed on the physical defects to her and Miaomiao. They escaped freely, those who should have run did, and those who should have enjoyed life did, leaving all the pain and sins for her and Miaomiao to bear. In this moment, facing the man she loved, a twisted hatred surged in the depths of her heart. And yet, her smile was even gentler, her face still wet with tears, but her smile so pure and moving, causing Yan Song to be completely transfixed. Yun Ya raised her hand to caress his cheek, her voice as soft as a whisper. "No matter what, I will give you a child, our child." Even if it meant defying the heavens, even if it came to life or death, she was determined to take that bet. Yan Song would never know the depth of the bone-chilling hatred, the sadness and helplessness, the fierce determination in the heart of the girl before him, nor how she loved him with her life on the line. He just felt that this version of her, there was nothing in this world that could make him let go. Yan Song hugged her tightly, with a force as if he wanted to embed her into his flesh and blood, to become one with him, never to part. "Okay," he said, a word as weighty as a thousand pieces of gold. Yun Ya smiled, leaning in his embrace, while in her heart, there was profound melancholy. The more she loved Yan Song, the more she hated Ji Lanyi and Yun Shen. And now, that hatred had reached a boiling point; she could not bear it any longer. There was also the main culprit, Yun Shu, and Yun Ya desperately needed to vent, or she felt she might go mad.