The man's voice was slightly hoarse, and his tone was calm. Every word fell into her ears clearly.
Li Yinian's hand paused in midair.
After a while, she looked up at the man beside her. Her eyes were clear and there was almost no emotion. "I did like you, but that's all."
Qiao Yanze took a deep breath and his eyes darkened.
After a while, he suddenly chuckled and said in a low voice, "If it weren't for my mother's obstruction, would we have gotten married long ago? And our child would probably be old enough to attend elementary school."
Li Yinian's dark eyes moved.
"No," she said without hesitation, but she avoided eye contact with him. "Even without your mother's interference, the possibility of me keeping that child is very low. Even if I keep that child, I might not marry you because of it. After all, I was already tired of it at that time."
