Qin Yiren lowered her gaze with a gentle smile, curling her fingertips to scratch his palm, enjoying their mutual intimacy.
Returning to the room.
Chu Xinian consciously went to the kitchen to prepare dinner, while Qin Yiren held her phone, pondering for a moment before dialing Yan Xiaye's number.
The call was quickly answered, the voice carrying a hint of fatigue: "Yiren."
"Xiaye, have you... made up your mind?" Qin Yiren paced back and forth on the terrace, filled with apprehension, "What did Second Master Li say?"
"He left the choice up to me, but I haven't made a decision yet."
Yan Xiaye spoke, sighing disconsolately, "Yiren, I've been researching a lot these days. Perhaps it's the right choice to terminate this baby, but I find it hard to accept such an outcome."
In this world, the right choice often isn't the one that brings peace of mind.
Qin Yiren sighed in response, her white teeth biting the lower lip, genuinely feeling sorry for Yan Xiaye.
