Upon hearing Shen Lan's words, Cheng Yanqing intently fixed his eyes on her.
His ink-coloured eyes carried too many emotions that were hard to articulate.
"You also said that one must look forward, the past was entangled with misunderstandings, but in the end, it was all my fault."
In front of Shen Lan, Cheng Yanqing always bore a sense of guilt.
Thinking about the unborn child in her belly, his self-reproach was even stronger.
But these feelings could only be buried deep in his heart. The thought of possibly losing Shen Lan amplified the dull pain in his chest, making it unbearable.
"Let's not discuss other matters for now, but I am clear about my feelings."
With that, he took two steps forward.
Cheng Yanqing's towering figure cast a shadow over Shen Lan.
An oppressive feeling struck her.
Shen Lan instinctively stepped back. Even though she had completely let go, she still felt nervous in the face of Cheng Yanqing.
"How did I not notice your obstinance before."
