Mo Jinxuan, who was thinking about this, slightly turned his head and spoke to An Yuya beside him, who looked unconvinced: "Let's leave first."
If they stayed here any longer, he was really afraid he wouldn't be able to control his emotions. When his gaze lingered on the opposite party's clearly protruding belly, the feeling of loss intensified. Despite telling himself countless times in his heart not to care about her getting married, not to care about her being pregnant, not to care about the fact that the child in her belly wasn't his, and he would still raise it as his own son, when everything became a reality before his eyes, it was still so hard to accept.
The more he thought about it, the gloomier Mo Jinxuan's mood became, and the colder his gaze grew. An Yuya originally planned to make a scene, but the moment she met his eyes, she instantly lost some of her dominance, yet she stubbornly refused to leave.
