Liu Qingyin gradually faded her smile and looked straight at Su Hongxing, "Sis, please don't glare at me like that. We are sisters, sharing an identical core. Dare you say, you haven't considered the same?"
Su Hongxing closed her eyes, "If I cannot hide it, I'll let Ye Qilan believe I'm bearing Beichuan's child."
That's the only solution.
Regarding Ye Qilan, if he knew she was carrying his flesh and blood, he wouldn't let her go, and neither would she leave her child behind.
What else could she do? This was a dead-end, insolvable.
Liu Qingyin understood that Su Hongxing had made her decision.
Just when she thought Su Hongxing was asleep, Su Hongxing said, "There's something you're mistaken about. At the beginning, I might have been conflicted. But now, I am sure—I want to give birth to this child."
As the child grew daily within her abdomen, she knew she couldn't let go.
