Chenglei's cold gaze flickered to sorrow for a moment before returning to coldness seeing Shihong trying to answer., "No, why? ". He wasn't sure why she brought that up now.
Xing snorted, "Hey, Shihong! Did you know that poison made me a barren?", she looked at Shihong's eyes that was flickering with joy.
Chenglei fisted his hands hard as he never liked her addressing herself as barren. She really uses words without knowing the weight of them. Words are powerful! She should not describe herself as a barren.
Seeing Shihong smile, Xing executed her plan of pulling out the sapling of happiness that has been rooted in his heart.
"In a way, we both are same... We both are women and we both won't be able to carry children...", she smirked and Shihong wondered why she is saying this now and Xing could hear Shihong getting stressed and as his heart beat faster, his wound bled more.