The false concern on Liu Meiqin's face stiffened for a moment upon hearing those words.
"Sister Wan Yi, what did you say?"
Lin Wan Yi didn't look at her.
She just lowered her head, her fingers unconsciously stroking the edge of the book pages, as if her soul had been drawn out of her.
"Nothing."
Her voice was very soft, with a hint of hoarseness, as if she had been crying for a long time.
The stone in Liu Meiqin's heart fell to the ground.
That's what she thought.
She must have heard wrong.
This Lin Wan Yi, she was probably crying herself silly by now.
Liu Meiqin stepped forward, wearing just the right amount of sadness on her face, and grasped Lin Wan Yi's hand.
"Sister Wan Yi, I heard about the child."
"You... you must stay strong."
Her hand was warm, but Lin Wan Yi's hand was icy cold.
Lin Wan Yi seemed startled by her, suddenly raising her head.
Those beautiful almond-shaped eyes were bloodshot, with dark circles beneath them.
"The child..."
