Qin Yuji almost instantly understood Qiao Xinran's meaning. As she watched her shoulders tremble slightly, Qin Yuji's heart also ached.
"Don't cry anymore. If you keep crying, the baby will be sad too."
Gently patting her back, Qin Yuji softly urged.
Qiao Xinran nodded and soon stopped crying.
Wiping the tears from her face, Qiao Xinran sat up, her eyes as red as a rabbit's.
"Yuji, I know what I am doing, so you don't need to persuade me."
Choking back sobs, Qiao Xinran smiled, turned her head to look at the dimming sky outside the window, and whispered, "Without me, maybe Yichen will have a different tomorrow."
Of course, for Mo Yichen, a tomorrow without you would be nothing but darkness.
Such words, however, Qin Yuji couldn't bear to say at this moment. She just nodded her head, as if to agree with her.
The next day, Qin Yuji became busy.
