"How could that be, when clearly I am the one who can't leave you?"
Chu Yan cupped her face, turning her gaze back to him.
His eyes were filled with worry. "Zhaozhao, what has been troubling you lately? You seem very unhappy. If there's anything on your mind, you can tell me."
"I'm fine."
Qin Zhao slightly turned her head, trying to break free from his grasp.
"Little liar," Chu Yan became anxious, "you once said you would never lie to me."
"Fine, I won't lie to you."
Qin Zhao took a deep breath and looked at him steadily, "It's because the person I love is the murderer who killed my family, and I am carrying his child.
The ghosts of my father, mother, and other clan members haunt me day and night, reminding me that I cannot be with him. What do you think I should do?"
Chu Yan had a vague guess about her troubles.
Yet, when Qin Zhao spoke plainly, he still felt a piercing pain in his heart.
"I'm sorry, so sorry..."
He didn't know what to say, he just kept apologizing.
