Shen Yinning tightly held the folding fan.
The man's presence was heavy, his brows and eyes were shadowed.
He rarely spoke to her with such weighty words.
Shen Yinning lowered her thin eyelids and remained silent for a long time before saying, "Sorry, I overlooked your feelings."
Cui Ji looked at her with knitted brows.
The pear wood official hat chair was spacious, the young girl sitting on it was enveloped by his shadow, inexplicably small and pitiable.
He suspected that he had spoken too harshly to her, a trace of unwillingness flashed in his eyes, but due to principles, he did not apologize.
He turned around, lowered his head, and slowly wiped off the orange juice from his palm with a handkerchief, softening his voice: "You can't hide the fact that you're pregnant, I've already informed Shangguan. She doesn't know the child is from the palace, she just thinks it's mine. Take good care of yourself, you don't need to worry about matters between her and me."
