Qin Long Yun patted Chen Yi Ling's back, "If you don't want it, you don't have to keep it."
"Isn't aborting it just as painful? It's all your fault, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have to suffer this!" Chen Yi Ling wiped her tears pitifully, "Besides, now that the child is here, wouldn't it be too cruel not to want it?"
The child chose her to be its mother; that was fate. How could she not want her own child?
Qin Long Yun cleared his throat awkwardly, "Whatever you decide to do, I have no objections; after all, this whole affair is my fault. You can punish me however you want, just stop crying, alright?"
Lord Qin suddenly felt that the days of being oppressed had returned.
But this time he was more than willing.
Ling'er used to be so afraid of pain, yet she was willing to bear a child for him. What couldn't he agree to for her sake?
"I'm going to cry!" Chen Yi Ling said proudly.
The only way to appease her was to get Qin Long Yun to carry a child as well.
