Yixiu's fingers loosened, and the umbrella in his hand fell to the ground. A clap of thunder boomed overhead, and cold raindrops pelted his face. The man stared at Lin Yixun, only feeling that warm liquid was welling up in his eyes.
Suddenly, Yixiu stepped forward and gripped Lin Yixun's shoulders, "No, you're lying to me, you're lying to me, right? Tell me, you're lying! The child is still there, the child is still there, right?"
Her body was violently shaken, but Lin Yixun remained indifferent. She coldly lifted her eyelids and sneered, "Yixiu, at this point, why are you still deceiving yourself? You should be very clear that I am not lying."
Seeing the man's ashen face, deeply hurt, Lin Yixun's heart suddenly grew a few shades of revengeful pleasure, but she couldn't ignore the profound sorrow hidden deep within her.
Even when she first learned of her pregnancy, she had considered keeping it, but when she truly lost it, she was overwhelmed by uncontrollable sorrow.
