Su Wan suddenly closed her eyes and suppressed the anger that was surging in the depths of her heart. She pursed her lips but couldn't even squeeze out a dignified smile.
Then, she looked at Jing Chen expressionlessly. There was no light in her eyes, only coldness. "Jing Chen, you can think whatever you want. Pray. Pray that everything you've suspected will become reality."
With that, Su Wan raised the blanket and covered her head. All she could see was darkness. She slowly closed her eyes and tears rolled down her face silently.
Jing Chen wanted to lift it up, but Su Wan held onto the blanket tightly, making him unable to break free.
Since she was unwilling, Jing Chen did not force her.
"So, the child is mine, right? Su Wan, why do you have so many things you don't want to tell me? If you don't say it, do you want me to guess? I'm not a saint and I can't predict the future."
Jing Chen's voice was filled with helplessness.
