She walked to the taxi stand and flagged down a car. Her hand was so cold that it was shaking, and she failed to open the car door even after trying twice.
The driver helped her open the door, and she got in. He asked where she was heading, and after some thought, she decided to go back to her own place.
Once back home, she curled up in bed tightly wrapped in a quilt, her heart felt like it had fallen into a hot oil pit, tortured beyond belief.
She was carrying Ruan Tianling's child, and she was about to get engaged to Xiao Lang.
What should she do? What should she really do?
Jian Yufei put her hands on her lower abdomen, bitterly struggling. She didn't want this child, Ruan Tianling's child.
But the thought of the child she lost in her previous life, she couldn't bring herself to do it.
Usually, she always said that Ruan Tianling didn't deserve to be the father of her child. If she chose to abort this one, what difference would she have from Ruan Tianling.
