Lu Niange arrived when Jian Chenxi was asleep, with their maid standing guard. Upon seeing him, a flash of delight sparkled in her eyes, "Mr. Lu, you're here."
Lu Niange nodded, glanced at Jian Chenxi on the bed, and scrutinized her face for a moment before his gaze drifted to her abdomen, which was still flat. Inside was his child.
Lu Niange couldn't help but think of the words Ling Momo had once said to him.
"Lu Niange, once we get married, let's have two children, a boy and a girl. We'll name the boy Ling Aige and the girl Lu Aimo..."
Children...
That girl had once talked about having his children—a boy and a girl—and then together with him and her, they would be a family of four, full of familial joy.
Back then, he could actually conjure up such a scene in his mind: the years tranquil, the times warm. But now, he couldn't imagine that scenario at all. All he had was a suffocating pain in his heart, without end.
Because he knew she would never bear his children now.
