"Lingfeng, I'm sorry…" Qin Jiaran lowered her gaze, "It was my negligence. I didn't expect to faint suddenly, nor did I expect that aunt would find out about this."
As she spoke, she looked up at him again, her expression becoming anxious, "Don't be angry, I really didn't do it on purpose…"
The more she spoke, the more anxious she became, and tears uncontrollably fell.
Facing her like this, Fu Lingfeng couldn't bring himself to be angry. He stretched out his long arm, pulled her into his embrace, and pressed her head against his chest, "It's okay, I'm not blaming you. You don't have to blame yourself."
He couldn't help but fantasize, how wonderful would it be if the person pregnant and held in his arms at this moment were Gu Nanqiao?
If he hadn't minded that issue, if he had been willing to truly live with her during these three years, perhaps by now, their child would already be able to talk and walk.
Calling her 'mom,' and calling him 'dad'…
