Her heart melted bit by bit.
"If I fell in love with another woman, would I still need to get you back? If the child in Shu Xiang's belly is mine, do you think I could hide my own child silently?" After Yan Ye unzipped the zipper on her dress, he flipped up the hem of her dress and at the same time, his gaze fell on her aggrieved little face, "Yingying, when you called me, I was at the hospital. My grandfather had been poisoned. Today is Xiaocheng's birthday; he didn't make it because he isn't feeling well."
Given Yan Ye's character, he was not one to explain so much to others.
Because those who believed him didn't need explanations to trust him, and for those who didn't, no amount of explanation was useful.
But Lian Xinying was different.
Lian Xinying was the woman he cherished most in his heart, and because he treasured her so much, he feared losing her and was willing to lower his stance to give her a proper explanation.
