Feng Fuce was taken aback.
He nodded gently, "Okay."
Bai Zhi'er then placed his hand on her abdomen.
The Demon Fetus was still small, its presence not very noticeable.
Feng Fuce felt for a long time, and finally, beneath the palm of his hand, through the fabric and her body, he could detect a faint rhythm of life.
This was his child, Bai Zhi'er's flesh and blood for him.
At that moment, for some reason, Feng Fuce nearly knelt on the footstool, sensing the presence of the Demon Fetus. When he raised his head again, his eyes were already red and damp.
Bai Zhi'er saw his smile retract, and she silently withdrew her hand.
Feng Fuce sat beside her.
"At this point, there are some things we should openly discuss." He initiated the conversation.
Bai Zhi'er nodded softly.
She initially thought Feng Fuce would continue to question why she refused to reveal the reason for having the child.
But unexpectedly, Feng Fuce began with: "I'm sorry."
