In Gu Er's eyes, Sister Ning was delicate and beautiful, but too frail, and he always thought she should eat more.
Today, when the topic of offspring came up, he was suddenly obsessed with the thought that one day Sister Ning would have to bear him children. Could such a weak body bear it?
That's what he thought, and although he didn't say it directly, that was indeed the implication.
Seeing that he had made her cry, Gu Er panicked, "Second Sister, I'm sorry, it's all my clumsy words. Please don't cry, just forgive me this once."
Lin Youning felt a deep sense of grievance, and, forcing back her tears, managed a bitter smile, "I'm just an adopted daughter, a child bride. Who in the Capital doesn't know that? Aunt treats me kindly and makes me forget my status, but it's not frivolous for Second Young Master to speak to me like this. It's my fault for overestimating myself. Second Young Master need not apologize, for he hasn't done anything wrong."
