He Lingling returned home and saw Li Fengnian there again.
He was wearing a beige sweater, with the collar of a white shirt peeking out, and light blue jeans below. This refined combination made him look even more elegant and gentlemanly.
When he saw her return, he stood up, his tall figure gracefully poised with remarkable demeanor.
He Lingling didn't quite understand; he was an older man, yet how could he still be so handsome and charming? Time seemed to favor this man too much, and she wondered how many women had fallen for his deadly allure.
If she had a baby who looked like him, it wouldn't be too bad. It would definitely be an adorable child, just like a little cherub.
He Lingling took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the swirling emotions in her heart. She clenched her fist tightly, her fingertips digging into her palms, using the pain to remind herself to stay calm and not to overthink. No matter what, this child could not be kept.
