She still remembered how Lingyu teased her at the maternity and baby CD section; at that time, she was still scared of being pregnant with Leng Chenxuan's child, but today, her belly was already swollen. If Lingyu knew she was truly carrying a man's child, what kind of expression would she have?
Would she despise her from now on, putting a world of distance between them? Her deal with Leng Chenxuan was indeed built upon her dignity. She didn't want such an ending. But, she was helpless.
Looking at the couples and spouses coming out of the store, clinging to each other, and seeing their sweet expressions after choosing CDs together, her heart felt a twinge of sourness.
She was pregnant, yet, without a husband by her side. Even worse, she could tell no one, unable to confide her bitterness to anybody. A piece of paper had traded away all her freedom, forcing her to bloom like a night-blooming flower, only in the darkness.
But, it was already too late.
