If it were under normal circumstances, if Ling Chuxia were pregnant, Ji Xinxin would definitely be happier than her. After all, Ling Chuxia's child would be like her own child, and she would be the child's godmother. But in this situation, she couldn't bring herself to be happy. Yet, she couldn't just follow Ling Chuxia into sadness either.
"Xiaxia, actually... being pregnant is a good thing. Last time, that child... you were not fated to have it, but this time, it must have come back to you."
Is it the same child from last time coming back? No, how could it be the same child? The last child belonged entirely to her and Shi Che, but this one...
Ling Chuxia closed her eyes. Her hands were clenched tightly, the veins on her fair hands faintly showing a purplish hue.
An untimely child, she couldn't keep it.
She had finally broken free from that nightmare; she couldn't let herself fall into it again.
