"Even if it's true, there's nothing to be afraid of."
Li Yuntang gently interrupted her, pressing her to sit by the bed, lowering his gaze to look at her delicate face, "Xiaye, don't you look forward to the child belonging to the both of us?"
Yan Xiaye was slightly stunned, her expression complex as she lowered her eyes.
Of course she looked forward to it; no woman would not anticipate having a child with the man she loved.
It's just that if she really was expecting a baby, it was coming at a very inconvenient time.
Since the ending was already determined, how could anyone be happy about it?
Li Yuntang understood her worries and unease, speaking in a slightly hoarse voice, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault."
Before this, he had already regarded Yan Xiaye as his wife and was ready to return home to hold the wedding.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder; during the passion, naturally, he hadn't deliberately made those extra preparations.
But...
