Leng Yichen grasped Bai Yiran's shoulders with both hands, as if she would vanish once more if he let go.
"Bai Yiran, I love that child just as much. I also hope she could be born safely and grow up healthy. I've even thought about what kind of father I want to become in the future," Leng Yichen's tone grew agitated, "But compared to losing the child, I cannot accept losing you!"
Bai Yiran's shoulders ached slightly under Leng Yichen's grip. She looked at him, her tone drifting, "I often have the same dream, returning to that day. I endure that torment almost every moment. I sleep poorly, suffer from insomnia. Whenever I think of you, see you, I recall that day. I'm afraid, I dare not face you again. I know if I want to leave, you would absolutely not agree, so I could only slip away quietly..."
Tears welled up in Bai Yiran's eyes and eventually overflowed, "I'm really in pain..."
