A steady sound of footsteps slowly approached from not far away.
Qin Youxue raised her misty, tear-filled eyes and looked at the tall man standing in front of her.
His pitch-black eyes were fixed on her; through her tears, she couldn't make out his expression at the moment.
"You knew all along, didn't you?" Qin Youxue asked softly, "I have been pregnant for over two months, and I was hospitalized for a month. The doctors had already discovered my pregnancy, right?"
"Yes."
Mo Jiashuo did not hide it.
Qin Youxue couldn't help but ask, "Why didn't you tell me?"
Clearly, during the month in the hospital, he had countless opportunities to tell her. Why didn't he?
"I thought it would be better for you to discover it yourself," Mo Jiashuo said lightly.
He drew out a cigarette, lit it, and took a slow drag, "Besides, your emotions were unstable at the time. Telling you would have no real meaning, only adding to your pain."
