Her nose was ridiculously red, and those beautiful eyes looked as if they had been soaked in rainwater.
Seeing this, Shi Wei felt an aching tenderness and furrowed his brows tightly: "Honey, now that you're carrying a baby, you can't cry."
He wiped away the glittering tears from the corners of her eyes and let his gaze linger on the letter filled with black ink for a couple of seconds.
Without even glancing at it, he folded it neatly and put it back.
There wasn't the slightest curiosity in his actions, nor did he ask her about the contents of the paper.
"I know." Yu Zhi hiccuped.
She stroked her belly, her crimson lips pressed tightly together, and a hint of apology flickered through her eyes.
"The baby won't blame you." Shi Wei caught her fleeting emotion and quickly kissed her soft cheek.
He coaxed gently, "But you can't do this again in the future."
"Okay." Yu Zhi responded seriously.
