"Ah Han, look at the baby." Gu Qingxin pushed his hand away.
"I just want to look at you." Beiming Han tightened his grip on her hand.
Gu Qingxin had no choice but to let him. After the examination, the doctor handed over two tissues, Beiming Han helped her dry her lower stomach with great care, then lifted her from the small bed.
"We haven't gotten the results yet." Gu Qingxin, seeing him about to leave, desperately said.
"Jingqing will get them." Beiming Han casually dropped a sentence.
Gu Qingxin, "..."
A sense of loss had been quietly expanding in her heart, making her eyeballs red involuntarily.
She thought him knowing about the baby would have brought him joy. However, ever since he knew about the baby's existence, her emotions had been like a roller coaster ride, high at times and low at others.
But now, it had crashed down into the ground.
She was carrying his baby. What exactly did he want?
