Mark Reed fixed his gaze on Valentine's serene profile, unable to discern any emotion, and wondered what she was really thinking.
Sigh…
If she doesn't want it, then so be it.
He won't force her.
He wrapped his arm around her shoulder, holding her tighter.
"It's alright, when you feel like having kids in the future, then we'll do it. I won't force you into anything you're unwilling to do."
His voice was gentle and soft, like a dancing note, the fluctuating emotions had returned to the kindest level, and he couldn't help but add a gentle reproach: "Don't take the pills anymore, they're not good for your health, you silly."
"Okay, I won't take them anymore."
She looked up at him and asked, "Are you still mad?"
"Mad, of course I'm mad." Mark put on a stern face, but softened again seeing her pitiful eyes: "What good does being mad do, anyway? After all, you're born to irritate me. To avoid being angered to death by you, I've decided not to be mad."
