She could not do it. So, no matter what she had to go through, she was going to have this baby.
Feng Tianlan looked up at Xi Lin, who wore a firm, loving smile on her pale face. It was unlike that languid but elegant young woman. She radiated the glow of maternal love.
She suddenly understood that Sister Lin, who seemingly cared about nothing and was extremely languorous in doing things, had her own tenacity and stubbornness.
Sister Lin's feelings for He Lianhuang were similar to her decades-long unwavering trust in Feng Tianlan.
"I'm sorry." Feng Tianlan looked down. Her voice was full of guilt. If she were not just concerned about Xi Jin that night, she would have stayed by Sister Lin's side and such a thing would not have happened.
