"It’s been years, and you’ve beco even more calculating."
Bo Zhi’s words dripped with sarcasm. How could she not catch the tone? Precisely because she did, it made her more certain that this marriage shouldn’t happen.
If they got married, the relationship between them might exhaust all the good feelings accumulated over the years.
She didn’t want their mories of each other to be filled only with resentnt and anger.
"Bo Zhi, if you want to acknowledge Xunxun, want to see him, I won’t stop that, but giving up custody, I’m sorry, I can’t do it."
Bo Zhi stared ahead, "What can’t you do? Na your price for the money?"
Mou Wen turned pale.
As soon as he uttered those words, Bo Zhi regretted it. He knew it, especially after seeing her face turn deathly pale, his deanor made him more regretful.
Mou Wen lowered her eyelids, "Think what you want of , but custody, sorry, I won’t concede;
Besides, you can’t win against , because I didn’t give birth to Xunxun in the country."
Bo Zhi: "... You really are calculating."
Mou Wen didn’t understand why every ti he spoke, it always painted her as soone deeply scheming. She felt wronged and wanted to cry, but faced with this aggressive Bo Zhi, she swallowed back all her grievances.
This person was no longer the Bo Zhi of the past. He was ruthless, powerful, and sharp.
He wouldn’t soften his heart or pity her.
Why cry in front of him? Just give him more reason to ridicule her? She wasn’t a masochist, so why endure these unfounded accusations?
She stayed silent, and Bo Zhi’s cold laughter beca more pronounced, "Can’t speak? Or are you still appraising?"
"Bo Zhi, do you have to speak so hurtfully?"
Mou Wen felt weak all over, feeling like she was using every ounce of strength to suppress her grievances, because she felt that Bo Zhi was cold and hostile towards her.
No matter what she said, it was wrong.
Not speaking was also wrong.
She closed her eyes and stopped arguing with him. Anyway, no matter how it was said, she was in the wrong.
In his heart, he had already sentenced her to death, so what did it matter to her?
Although it was still bitter, still painful, he would never care for her again.
"What? Did I touch a nerve? Are you choosing to avoid it?"
Mou Wen reopened her eyes, "Bo Zhi, what do you really want?"
"Marriage."
A simple and straightforward proposal.
Mou Wen’s bitter smile spread across her lips, "Do you think we are suited to wear the cloak of marriage now?
Such a deford marriage relationship, with revenge and hatred, do you want to raise your son to be a twisted person?
Let him grow up in a mutually hateful family? Are you seeking revenge on , or on yourself?"
Bo Zhi snorted, "What are you afraid of?"
Mou Wen’s heart fluttered, unsure how to respond, but marriage was definitely impossible.
If it were...
There’s no "if" anymore, so why dwell on it?
Mou Wen, "I’m afraid, afraid that even the last bit of our mories will be worn away by resentnt and mutual destruction."
Bo Zhi seed unconcerned, "All my mories of you are full of hatred, no beauty."
Mou Wen trembled slightly, did not respond, just gazed ahead blankly.
mories ca rushing unexpectedly.
That year, the sumr was particularly hot, and she bought two ice creams.
She ran to Bo Zhi’s class to deliver the ice cream. Bo Zhi sat in the last row of the classroom, wearing glasses with a scholarly look.
She was already familiar in his class, and as everyone saw her, they whistled. Bo Zhi looked up, his eyes soft and smiling, and walked towards her, asking what she was up to.
She presented the ice cream she bought with both hands, her smile radiant.
"The weather is too hot, I was worried you’d get heatstroke, so I brought you a cooling artifact.
Would you accept it?"
He laughed, and back then, even if he didn’t smile, his gaze was extrely gentle.
He looked at the ice cream in her slender white hands, and despite the look of disdain, he still reached out to take it, and she laughed heartily.
"Eating my ice cream makes you mine."
Bo Zhi was surprised, "Go to sleep, dreams have everything."
Mou Wen blushed, "I didn’t an that, it’s just the ice cream’s slogan. I don’t have such ambitions.
Even if I did, it wouldn’t be so blatant."
Bo Zhi was speechless for a mont, then smiled, "What’s in your mind all day? Don’t you have anything serious to do?"
Mou Wen shook her head, "That’s not true, our major is very busy, you know?"
"Oh, I see, then off to class with you."
Mou Wen, "Aren’t you going to say thank you?"
Bo Zhi, "Thank you very much."
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