Now that it had come to this, Lian Xinying's emotions shifted from fierce to calm in an instant.
She had thought Ji Fan was joking when he said those things back then. She had never taken his words seriously, but Ji Fan had.
Could she blame Ji Fan for taking them seriously?
No.
Ji Fan wasn't at fault at all. He simply did something she had once permitted.
She couldn't avoid everything just because she felt guilty.
The baby was already born, a living, breathing life. She needed care, needed love...
"How was the child swapped? Was it you who did it?" Lian Xinying hung her head low. She didn't dare look at Ji Fan—ha! The father of her child.
This strange feeling, it was like someone had seized her throat in the darkness.
She couldn't resist, only endure it in silent submission.
Lian Xinying's hoarse voice reached Ji Fan's ears, her sorrow drifting into his eyes.
He shook his head, his voice calm: "It wasn't me who swapped them."
Lian Xinying abruptly raised her head.
