This sentence suddenly woke her up as if she had been enlightened with the purest wisdom. She sat on the bed in a daze with both hands on her belly. She lifted her eyes and gazed compliantly at Xi Jin. Then she looked down with a smile and said, "Yes, I still have my child."
Even if she felt like she was about to die from the heartache and that the world she built with Xi Jin would collapse the moment he spoke, it could still recover because she was carrying his child. The child could salvage her relationship with Xi Jin.
If the child could not be protected, then she would tell him the truth about the dumplings.
Anyway, if no good came to her, then she would not let Xi Jin live well either. No, she wanted everyone to suffer.
