Mu Qian withdrew his thoughts and gently rubbed the soft curls of the little guy's hair, his eyes brimming with tender light, "It's okay, if Xiao'er doesn't want it, then we won't take it."
Mu Xiao still wasn't happy, his heart tangled, "But why is she my biological mother? Why did I come from her belly..."
The little guy felt even more imperfect, like a new stain had been added to his face just like another blemish on his already flawed self.
Mu Qian fell silent, just gently patting his little head, comforting him. Some things cannot be chosen but must still be faced and borne. Even if Xiao'er disliked Rongrong, it couldn't change the fact that she was his mother. There was no escaping it; he could only learn to accept it.
The road was long, and for the entire drive, Mu Xiao remained troubled.
When they got out of the car, Mu Xiao's mood had improved somewhat.
