After a moment of silence, she managed to muster a pale smile and said, "So...this child...must be aborted, right?"
Qiao Xu looked at her forced smile, and with a heavy heart, she nodded and said firmly, as if making the decision for her:
"Yes, it must be aborted."
Xia Yumo's heart was fiercely stabbed, and under the quilt, her hands tightly gripped the bedsheet and trembled.
After a long time, she laughed and said, "It's just as well. I was planning on not having this child, and now even God has made the decision for me."
Although her tone seemed relaxed, Qiao Xu saw endless pain in her once bright and radiant eyes.
"Xuxu, I want to sleep for a while."
Her seemingly calm voice trembled with suppressed emotion.
Qiao Xu understood that this proud young lady didn't want her to see her in such a disheveled state, so she stood up and said:
"Then you rest well. I'll go first. Call me if you need anything."
"Okay."
