There was the tenderness of a man and the love of a father in Lorian's eyes. He liked children and loved the child that Tegan had given birth to for him. He longed to personally care for Tegan and Lola and live with them day and night.

Lorian had never desired a family this much before. He wondered if it was because he was getting older. Tegan didn't respond. He couldn't help but speak again, "I really regret it, Tegan."

Tegan leaned against the headboard. The warm yellow light enveloped her like a layer of pale-colored glass.

Tegan smiled lightly and asked, "Do you regret initiating the divorce back then, Lorian? Actually, I would've done it, even if you hadn't brought it up. At that time, our marriage had already hit a dead end. It wouldn't have worked no matter who initiated it."

Lorian lowered his head to look at Lola. She had woken up. The newborn was only a few days old and couldn't see things more than half a foot away. However, she seemed to like Lorian's scent.

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