Shi Yuhuan remained silent, but an intense pain struck her like a giant wave, suffocating him.
Li Chengyun casually added, "Her meals are always incomplete. While others gain weight during pregnancy, she's losing weight."
Yes, Shi Yuhuan knew, Li Chengyun was right.
In just a month, being pregnant hadn't made her gain weight, on the contrary, she had lost a lot. Her frail figure pricked his eyes; it also pricked his heart.
"Can she still give birth like this?"
The handsome face turned pale. Shi Yuhuan couldn't tolerate Li Chengyun's words any longer.
His icy gaze finally landed on Li Chengyun, accompanied by a bone-chilling murderous aura as if to warn him to shut his mouth.
Then his sight accurately fell on the slender figure sitting at the door. His gaze concentrated and couldn't move away.
At that moment, Shi Yuhuan recalled something essential, very important.
It seemed that he had never told Song Qinghuan, "I love you!"
