"Tianyou, don't be sad, you still have our child!"
Zhuang Zixin's words made Quan Tianyou glare at her darkly, "As long as the child isn't born from Liuying, I don't want it!"
"Tianyou, how can you say that!"
Zhuang Zixin's tears suddenly flowed down, making her appear even more fragile, "Her child is your child, my child is also your child, how can you be so biased!"
Her sobbing grew louder, as if she wanted to cry out all her grievances, "Is it easy for me? My cancer has relapsed, but for this child, I gritted my teeth and refused chemotherapy, but what did my perseverance get in return?"
Quan Tianyou just looked at Zhuang Zixin indifferently, unmoved by her cries, making her angrily pound his chest, "Why? Tianyou, we were once so in love, why can't you tolerate me in your heart now?"
She grabbed his hand and placed it on her abdomen, "Feel this, inside is your flesh and blood! How can you say such cruel things like you don't want him?"
