Lian Xinying, who was younger back then, had also read melodramatic romance novels, where it was common for the female protagonist to face the dilemma of saving her pregnancy or the child. Now, she had never thought it would happen to herself.
The unbearable burden weighed so heavily on her that she couldn't catch her breath.
She sat on the sofa, her gaze blank.
If she told Su Rong about this, he would definitely want her to terminate the pregnancy. Even if she was reluctant, he would surely pressure her to do so.
Su Rong never had much affection for the child in her womb; he had merely accepted the child's existence for her sake.
Therefore, she absolutely couldn't tell Su Rong about this.
In the same way, she couldn't tell Yan Ye either.
If she told Yan Ye, he would certainly force her to end the pregnancy…
They loved her, she knew, but the child wasn't in their bellies; they couldn't understand! They couldn't understand her feelings for the child.
