"Let's not talk about her anymore. Have you really thought it through? You want to have this child."
Sitting on the waiting bench, Lin Yan spoke quietly, not wanting her emotions to affect the happy pregnant women around her. She hadn't experienced the hardships of marriage, but she had seen too many unhappy examples around her.
Zhou Xiaoyue said with absolute conviction, "How could I not have thought it through? Should I abort the baby? You're going to be the godmother of my child in the future. If my child is as beautiful and smart as Ou and Qingtian, that would be wonderful."
Seeing Zhou Xiaoyue's determined look, in Lin Yan's eyes, it was like she was forging ahead bravely into a blazing pit.
A little life was growing inside her belly, and persuading someone to abort it felt inherently wrong.
