Fortunately, everyone was busy with their fun and no one noticed Lan Xin Ai's frantic eyes. She sat dumbfounded on the couch, wondering what to do if she was really pregnant. Should she keep the baby or not?
The thought of aborting it was unbearable. After all, it was a life that also held her blood and flesh.
"Xin Ai, why are you just sitting here? Let's go sing," Yiran noticed Lan Xin Ai sitting on the sofa in a daze, and walked over to take her hand.
"Xin Ai, why are your hands so cold?" Yiran exclaimed, noting that Lan Xin Ai's face was somewhat pale.
Lan Xin Ai discreetly pulled back her hand, forcing a smile, "My hands are always like this, no matter the season. Let's go and sing."
"Sure, what song do you want to sing?" Yiran shrugged off her worries as Lan Xin Ai spoke, and enthusiastically led her to select songs.
