bitter
The bitterness was dripping off Xia Fei's voice. Her gaze hardened as she stared at Chen Murong, who had suddenly become tongue-tied.
In all these years they had been together, the only time this man had touched her was the day Chen Xu had been conceived.
But after that, he had never touched her again, nor had he slept in the same room as her. It was as if they were merely co-existing roommates.
She knew deep in her heart that he had never loved her, and she also knew that he did not like Chen Xu but favored Chen Mumu more.
She was waiting for his answer, her heart beating wildly. Chen Murong sighed and asked, "Why are you asking this now?"
Xia Fei was almost crying. "Why is it so hard to answer my question? I am asking, if it was Chen Mumu in this situation, what would you have done?"