Shen Jinmo shouldn't have to take the blame.
The more he did this, the less she could forgive herself, and even less she could forgive the culprit—Luo Xiu.
"I don't want you to have children anymore. Those months you hid away to give birth to An'an must have been very difficult for you." Shen Jingmo raised his eyes, his cold gaze fixed intently on Lu Zhiwei's face, filled with pity.
“I failed to fulfill my responsibilities in the slightest. At that time, I was still immersed in blaming you, thinking that you had aborted An’an. In the end, it was all my fault.”
"I don't blame you anymore," Lu Zhiwei said hoarsely.
“But I blame myself.” Shen Jinmo was still smiling.
That kind of laughter is a laugh of unforgiveness and helplessness.
"It's just having a baby. An'an likes having a younger brother or sister. He's endured so much hardship. Why do you think I can't endure the hardship of having a second child?"
Lu Zhiwei turned her face away and said through gritted teeth.
She never believed that having another child was for Shen Jinmo's sake.
Even if she has another child, that child will be just like An'an, a piece of her own flesh and blood, her most beloved treasure.
"To tell you the truth, it was my intention to have Lin Jing destroy the sperm stored in the cryopreservation room, so that you would come to me and have my child."
I just didn't know before that I was no longer able to have children.
I cut off my own escape route, so I can't blame anyone else.
So, it's alright, this is all the retribution I deserve.
Shen Jinmo frowned slightly, put his cold hands into his coat pockets, and turned away dejectedly.
A cold wind howled as it rushed into his body, and a bone-chilling cold enveloped him.
Lu Zhiwei watched his retreating figure as he entered the car.
A bitter sense of guilt continued to spread.
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