Lin Xinlan remained silent, her expression unreadable.
It wasn't until Rong Mingyan put down the gun that her suspended heart settled.
She had won the bet, as Qiao Yiyang had indeed kept his word to protect Xiaocong as long as he agreed, the child would be safe for now.
Clinging tightly to the child, she felt a surge of emotion within her.
Having cheated death numerous times, she felt immensely grateful to the heavens, her appreciation for life and her desire to cherish it grew stronger.
In the past, she believed that fate was always against her, making her life difficult and unhappy.
Now, she understood that fate was fair after all.
Though it had made her suffer repeatedly, it had also kept her alive, and that was a blessing from above.
Perhaps, it was her father's spirit in heaven constantly watching over her, protecting her and her child.
"Xinlan," Qiao Yiyang called her gently, and she turned to meet his gaze.
