He was just about to get up, but Ling Chuxia suddenly grabbed his hand, and Shi Che remained in a half-squatting position, his dark eyes looking over. Ling Chuxia's eyes, unbeknownst to him, had turned red.
She stared at him steadily, her eyes slowly filling with tears. "Shi Che, I don't want this child."
Shi Che's dark eyes returned the gaze to Ling Chuxia. His voice held a hint of bitterness, yet it was as firm as ever. "Chuxia, this is our child."
"It's not... it's..."
Before Ling Chuxia could finish, Shi Che interrupted her, "Chuxia, no matter what, it is our child."
Ling Chuxia understood what Shi Che meant. He was promising her that no matter whether the child was his or not after it was born, he would consider it his.
Tears suddenly fell, falling directly onto the back of Shi Che's hand. Ling Chuxia seemed to suddenly lose her ability to speak, unable to utter a single word.
