Xiao Yuan looked at Lin Xiya, holding her hand, "Yaya, I think what your sister said makes sense. We both don't have many relatives. Not only can I not take care of you because of my health, but I also need your care. We do need someone trustworthy around us..."
Lin Xiya lowered her head, gently pressing her lips together.
Other people's words she could ignore, but she couldn't bear to not listen to Xiao Yuan.
Back then, when Xiao Yuan was on the brink of death, she spent all her money to treat his illness.
Later, the money she got from Jiang Chengyao was also gradually used for his medical expenses.
During a full body examination for Xiao Yuan, the doctor had said that his body was so weak that he might never have children.
At the time, she thought it was quite nice not to have children.
A person like her wouldn't know how to teach them anyway.
If she taught a child poorly, and they turned out like her, it would be better not to have one.
