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It was just like the previous life—she had sent him countless text messages telling him she was pregnant, but he didn't reply to a single word.
So was this life the same? She was 7 weeks pregnant,
and she couldn't prove to him that this child was actually his.
Fate is so tricky, without Luo Hongying, there's Yan Tianyan, no matter how much she tries to solve it, how hard she works… she can't avoid it.
Is everything that is meant to come, bound to happen?
She had already cruelly lost one child; would she lose this one too?
The smile at the corners of Luo Qiangwei's mouth stiffened bit by bit, and suddenly she lowered her head and stuffed the remaining cake into her mouth, eating while vaguely saying with a smile, "This cake is very sweet, I think the baby might be a girl, otherwise why would I crave sweets so much..."
She chattered on and on, but Mo Shiche said nothing the whole time, just gazed at her with deep sincerity, as if frozen in place, not even moving a finger.
