Jing Haohao didn't have much of an appetite, with thoughts of the still unformed, uninvited child in her belly consuming her mind.
Yet, as a woman, she found it strange. She kept thinking she didn't want this child, yet at dinner, she forced herself to eat loads of nutritious food.
Returning to the bedroom, Liang Chen was not in the room. The window was open, inviting a gentle night breeze and the unique coolness and fragrance from halfway up the hill.
Jing Haohao walked to the balcony, sat in the wicker chair, gazed at the starry sky, and sighed deeply.
...
There was no light in the study room, cloaked in darkness, with the only light coming from the glowing tip of the cigarette held in Liang Chen's fingers.
He knew very well, Jing Haohao didn't want his child because she didn't want more complications between them.
Though they've become slightly closer these days, deep down she must still despise him more.
However, this child, it's something shared between them both.
