Hearing Tang Tianyou's words, Gu Qili paused while stroking her myna bird, then her gaze shifted to the two medicine boxes and some documents on the coffee table.
Her expression was calm, her eyes dark, and she pursed her lips before she finally said, "You saw those medicines, didn't you?"
Tang Tianyou hadn't expected her to address the issue so directly, and in truth, he was unprepared. He had even been considering how to pretend he hadn't seen anything.
It wasn't that he wasn't heartbroken. The girl he loved was pregnant, but the child wasn't his, perhaps the greatest irony in the world. Yet his pain did not stem from the question of whether the child was his or not. What pained him was contemplating the mindset with which she would face this child, given that she and the man she loved had already parted ways. The child represented an existence that shouldn't be, and yet, as a mother, who could bear to kill their own child?
