Prince Qing held An'an tightly, his voice choked, "I'm sorry, An'an, I'm sorry..."
He could not live just for himself.
He could not ignore the whole Cui Family of Qinghe, nor his own mother.
He could not disregard Princess Fu with her graying hair.
An'an wanted to climb higher through the child in her womb; how could she give up this opportunity easily?
She continued her efforts.
She stroked the back of Prince Qing, lamenting, "Cousin, this is the child of you and An Ning. An Ning wants to keep it; this is our child!"
"If this child is gone, how do you expect An Ning to live?" A stubborn light flickered in her eyes, "An Ning has already lost the love of her parents, she doesn't have a complete family. An Ning only wants this child!"
Prince Qing's Adam's apple bobbed.
He slowly pushed away the woman in his arms and took a careful look at her face. After a long while, he sighed deeply, "An'an, you are An'an. Don't call yourself An Ning anymore!"
An'an was stunned on the spot.
