"You're really pathetic! If one day, Brother Yao stabbed you with a knife and then said 'I'm sorry, please forgive me,' I bet you'd say 'It's okay, I love you.'" Beitang Huan shivered as she said this, "I can see you're such a pathetic woman."
Xia Qingqian seemed to be hit on the sore spot by Beitang Huan, pursing her lips and said, "Huan, if you ever experience such a day, you'd understand how I feel right now."
"So, you're saying you don't resent him at all for the various kinds of harm he's done to you?" Beitang Huan widened her eyes in astonishment, staring blankly at her, as if waiting for Xia Qingqian's answer.
Xia Qingqian picked up her bowl and handed it to Sister Huan, "Sister Huan, I want to drink more."
Sister Huan accepted it with a smile, "Miss Huan, stop teasing Miss Qing Qian." Most pregnant women are picky about food, but Xia Qingqian is different; she'll eat anything for the sake of the child in her belly.
