After staring for over ten minutes, the phone in his pocket began to vibrate.
Si Nan furrowed his brows slightly, sitting up straight as he retrieved the phone from his pocket.
As his clear eyes swept over the phone screen, the wrinkle between his brows instantly smoothed out.
Si Nan’s lips curled slightly, he stood up, walked out of the bedroom, and answered the phone in the yard.
"What’s up?" Si Nan’s voice was still sowhat hoarse, but his tone carried a gentle smile, sounding warm and soothing.
"Aunt Zhang asked why you didn’t co ho yesterday?"
A small, pouty voice ca through the phone’s receiver.
"Aunt Zhang asked you to inquire?" Si Nan’s voice raised at the end.
"Of course! Otherwise, who would ask you!" Rong Rui said proudly.
Si Nan chuckled softly, "Daddy had sothing last night..."
"I don’t have a dad!" Rong Rui said.
"..." Si Nan’s voice paused for several seconds, a bitter smile tugging at his lips, "Please tell Aunt Zhang that I didn’t co back yesterday because sothing ca up."
"...Okay." The small voice from Rong Rui’s end sounded sowhat dejected.
Thus far.
The conversation between father and son fell into a silent lull.
Bang—
Suddenly, a loud crash was heard from the bedroom.
Si Nan’s handso face tensed suddenly, and he said to the phone, "Little Rui, Daddy has sothing to do now, I’ll call you later."
"You..."
Before Rong Rui could finish his sentence, Si Nan hung up the call.
Si Nan put the phone back into his pocket, taking swift strides towards the bedroom, and went inside.
Upon entering, he saw Yige awkwardly fallen between the sofa and the long table, her hands frantically searching for sothing on the floor.
Si Nan’s heart tightened, he hurried forward and lifted Yige from the floor.
"Who are you? Yicheng?"
Tang Yige’s voice was hoarse and uneasy.
Si Nan pressed his lips tightly without speaking, placing Tang Yige on the sofa and squatting in front of her, checking for any injuries from the fall.
"Yicheng, is my eyesight getting worse? Why do I have to wear this again?"
Tang Yige’s tone was panicked and anxious as she reached to tear off the bandage over her eyes.
Seeing this, Si Nan’s gaze tightened, he raised his hand to catch hers, "Don’t touch it."
However.
As soon as Si Nan spoke, he imdiately felt the slender wrist he was holding stiffen abruptly.
Si Nan’s heart felt heavy, his clear eyes narrowed, looking at Tang Yige.
After a while, he finally said in a low voice, "The dication gauze in front of your eyes can only be removed after three days."
Tang Yige’s back was straight, her face pale.
Si Nan held her other hand, his voice hoarse, "Did you hurt anywhere?"
Tang Yige didn’t respond.
Si Nan watched her purse her dry lips tightly, her body began to tremble.
Si Nan’s eyes were tinged with red, his voice obscure and hoarse, "Even if you hate , don’t take it out on yourself."
"What do you an?" Tang Yige spoke up, her voice shaken, either from anger or bitterness.
Si Nan swallowed through a stinging throat, reaching out to grasp her clenched fist resting on her leg.
Yige didn’t pull away, but as Si Nan placed his hand on the back of hers, he could clearly feel her hand tense and stiffen at that mont.
Si Nan looked at her, "Yiyi, it was my fault in the past, I misunderstood you. Can I apologize to you?"
"Ha." Tang Yige laughed coldly, turning her bandaged eyes towards Si Nan, "I’ll accept your apology after I kill you, okay?"
Si Nan’s view of Tang Yige suddenly blurred.
Si Nan montarily closed his eyes, reopening them to see her figure clear again before him.
"If that can ease your anger..."
"Anger?" Tang Yige seed to hear a colossal joke, and she did laugh, albeit so sorrowfully it resembled crying, "Do you think I’m just angry? No, Si Nan, I hate you, I truly hate you!"
Si Nan’s eyes were bloodshot, staring intensely at Yige, his voice raspy as he said, "What will it take to stop hating?"
The mont Si Nan said this, he saw a red streak slowly seeping from beneath the bandage in front of Tang Yige’s eyes.
Then, he heard Yige say, "Even if you died before now, it wouldn’t diminish my hatred for you."
Such is the case with how deep love and hatred can intertwine; it seems to describe Tang Yige now.
She loathed Si Nan’s cruelty, despised his ruthlessness towards their child!
She couldn’t comprehend how soone must have been so heartless to harm their own child!
Yige’s words weren’t re rhetoric either.
If Si Nan were to die before her eyes right now, it wouldn’t lessen her hatred for him one bit.
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