'Mr. Death' wanted to say something but stopped himself in the end. He said nothing, the lifeless expression still plastered across his face.
Whose life is without setbacks?
Isn't it just a pregnancy? Be generous, be open, and all the uneasiness will pass naturally.
Yang Qizhou smirked rather unkindly, sneering inwardly without voicing it, lest the other person's mental state collapse entirely.
"Don't sulk. The storyline has reached a pivotal moment. The 'Desolate Mother' is indeed standing on our side. As long as nothing unexpected happens, the pollution on you will soon be cleared."
Mr. Death's expression lightened a bit, though still reluctantly, and he sighed, "Honorable lamp holder, it's not that I lack the strength to endure, but this matter of pregnancy..."
Yang Qizhou stopped listening to the words that followed, turning his attention back to his phone. While refreshing the text, his mind wandered irresponsibly as he thought,
'I wonder if any men participated.'
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