When Lu Qingxin heard Gu Yancheng's words, she felt despairing.
She was still only a girl; she wasn't even 19 years old yet.
There had been so many wonderful possibilities in her future.
Why did she have to join the ranks of motherhood so early?
"Brother Yancheng, do you really want this baby?"
Lu Qingxin's hand gently rested on her lower abdomen. It was a very strange feeling. Here, there was a small life sprouting.
When Gu Yancheng heard this, he was shocked. He said, "Qingxin, don't you want it?"
"I do, but I'm afraid that I am too young to be a good mother. I'm even more afraid that I won't be able to provide my baby with the best things there are. However, I also can't bear to abort it."
When Lu Qingxin said this, there was a moment of struggle in Gu Yancheng's heart.
He'd automatically attributed Lu Qingxin's indifference to him during this period of time to the baby in her belly.
