Through the peephole, Fang Ailing saw Xia Lu standing next to the door, not leaving, then she turned around and slightly bent her knees. She felt there was something off about her, but couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was. Thinking it wasn't good to let her stay out there, she opened the door again.
"How long do you plan to stay here?" she scolded, "I'm telling you, hoping for our forgiveness is impossible, I can never forgive you!"
After she spoke, she saw Xia Lu straighten her legs and instinctively reach for her waist.
"You..." Seeing this familiar gesture, Fang Ailing suddenly realized what was wrong with Xia Lu, "You couldn't be..." Her gaze dropped to Xia Lu's slightly bulging belly. "Are you pregnant?"
Xia Lu nodded.
