Doctor Sun uncomfortably cleared his throat, placed his hands behind his back, and strolled out of the room without saying a word.
Yue Jiaojiao withdrew her hand. "Zhao Zhan, it hurts."
Zhao Zhan hurriedly let go.
"Jiaojiao, I..."
He stared into Yue Jiaojiao's eyes, his face filled with disbelief. Under his stare, Yue Jiaojiao was inexplicably unable to speak.
She simply grabbed Zhao Zhan's hand and placed it on her stomach. Her voice was as soft as the spring breeze at night. "Did you feel it? It's been almost four months."
His lover's stomach was bulging a little.
Zhao Zhan's hands were so nervous that they were about to convulse. He was afraid that if he used a little more strength, he would hurt the baby in her stomach.
Zhao Zhan's eyes were extraordinarily bright.
"It's my fault."
