"Why are you so stubborn? They're your biological parents—do you really think they'd despise you?"
Chi Zaozao felt like this man was driving her to madness. If they didn't tell his parents, they wouldn't be happy with them being together.
If the parents weren't happy, how could the children find peace in their relationship?
What exactly was this man worried about?
Ye Que's attitude—he really was going to push Chi Zaozao to the edge.
He didn't say a word, just reached out and held Chi Zaozao tightly.
In a soft voice, Chi Zaozao asked again, "Tell them, please, okay?"
He still shook his head, leaning against her ear and speaking in a low, husky voice: "In this world, you're the only person I can face without needing dignity."
"But I can't face them. In their minds, their son is so perfect, so capable. If they knew what Ye Que is like now—a broken man—they would be disappointed."
"Zaozao, don't push me. Do you also believe my leg won't heal?"
