That child definitely won't be Han Yifan's, definitely not!
Thinking hatefully, when Qin Yuyan came back to her senses, there was a trace of inexplicable panic in her heart.
In the past six months, Qin Yuyan felt her life was so chaotic that she couldn't bear to recall it.
Whenever she felt she couldn't hold on anymore, Qin Yuyan would think of Han Yifan.
Han Yifan's gentle smile, Han Yifan's curved eyes, and, Han Yifan softly calling her Yu Yan, only when she remembered these did her heart find a moment of peace and a faint sense of happiness.
Including when she received Sister Mo's call to attend one social engagement after another she had no choice but to go to, and then humbled herself before those people, in Qin Yuyan's mind she imagined Han Yifan.
Only by thinking of Han Yifan did she feel those kisses and those stings were not so hard to endure.
Therefore, Qin Yuyan harbors a bit of hope in her heart.
