Beiming Han placed her inside the quilt, holding her small hand, gently kissing it, his gaze constantly falling on her delicate face.
Calming down, he kept thinking about what Gu Qingxin meant by the words she said outside the study yesterday?
'Beiming Han, you are such a fool! The biggest fool in the world! Why don't you ask me? Why don't you ask me! How can you just assume that I was really violated by someone else? How can you just assume the child isn't yours!'
Her voice was hoarse, filled with despair, and Beiming Han's tears fell again...
He also wished that the child was his!
But how could that be possible...
However, if that child were his...
Beiming Han's chest suddenly tightened, and he dared not think further...
That child couldn't possibly be his, impossible!
Beiming Han suddenly felt very frightened...
"Xin'er, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... please get better soon, okay? Let's not think about the past, let's look forward, okay?"
