"Your own business? Hmph, that's laughable," Song Fang sneered, her eyes full of disdain and disgust, "Tong Ran, do you think just because you have a vixen's face you're something special? So what if you're pretty, he only plays with you because you're young and fresh, once he's tired of you, he'll kick you aside. With all his money and power, he surely has women all around him, do you think he can keep you? What if you get pregnant and have a miscarriage, do you think he can still play with you? He will surely go find a new young lady..."
Miscarriage.
The word pierced Tong Ran's heart, the uncomfortable feeling surged from within her, recalling what Chen An said, that the child hasn't formed yet, it wouldn't hurt...
Tong Ran bit her lower lip hard, trying to hide the grief that was about to emerge in her eyes. The apples had been cut evenly and neatly, placed in a porcelain bowl, looking crystal clear and beautiful.
