Gu Nanqiao closed her eyes, feeling an unstoppable ache at the tip of her nose.
The dampness in her eyes had not receded, and her warm palm moved back and forth over her belly, leaving her heart in bewilderment.
What should she do?
The child was already eight months old, and it was naturally impossible not to want it. Even if it were just two or three months, she couldn't bear to cruelly take its life because of this matter.
Lost in thought, the phone on the bedside suddenly rang with its ringtone.
Gu Nanqiao reached for the phone and glanced at it; the caller was to be expected—it was indeed Huo Jingting.
She tilted her head upward, forcing back her tears, then took a deep breath to stabilize her emotions as much as possible. Only then did she press the answer button, "What's up?"
Huo Jingting's warm voice came through from the other side, "You've been out for a while, when are you coming back?"
