Mo Ran, now pregnant, found her emotions fluctuating more than before, and couldn’t help but let tears fall when she felt sad. Biting her lip, her eyes cast down and brimming with tears, she looked very heartbroken.
Mo Yan watched her dispassionately, her heart beginning to blame her again. If the child were still alive, she would have been able to marry Yang Tao more rightfully.
She had invested a lot of emotion into the child, and to lose it so suddenly was undeniably painful for her.
Moreover, since the miscarriage, her body hadn’t been the same, often requiring visits to the gynecologist. She was truly worried that this might affect her chances of conception in the future.
The more she thought about it, the angrier Mo Yan became, a flash of cold fury passing through her eyes. Mo Ran, of course, did not see her expression; when she lifted her eyes again, Mo Yan had already regained her look of faint sadness.
"It’s okay, Ranran, don’t be sad. What’s done is done; you shouldn’t blame yourself too much, okay?"
"Sis, are you still mad at me?" Hearing Mo Yan’s words, Mo Ran knew she still blamed her. Mo Ran didn’t dare hope for Mo Yan’s forgiveness; she just hoped that Mo Yan wouldn’t grow distant from her because of this.
Actually, it might be better if Mo Yan didn’t forgive her; that way, she’d feel a bit relieved.
"I only blame my own hard fate."
Mo Yan sighed and then smiled, "Thankfully, you’re pregnant too. Even if my child is gone, there’s still yours, right? Ranran, we’re the closest people in the world to each other — your child is my child. You should still have this baby. I’m worried that if you don’t, you’ll regret it later."
"No, even if I might regret it, I don’t want it. Sis, honestly, I’m not a good woman either. I would hurt many people for my selfishness and thoughts. Including this child..." and including Gu Yixuan.
Gu Yixuan had hurt her, and hadn’t she also hurt him? Between them, things had become irredeemably tangled and inseparable. It no longer mattered to her who owed whom more. Read full story at novęlfire.net
From now on, she wanted to start her life over and face the world anew.
Seeing her so stubborn, Mo Yan inwardly regretted having instilled so many terrifying ideas in her.
"Let’s not talk about this now. Your body has just recovered; it’s best not to have the abortion within a month. As for whether or not you want the baby, let’s talk about that later." She would have to find a new way to influence her.
"Hmm." Mo Ran nodded, but inside she felt a sense of anxiety. The longer she waited, the harder it would be to let go...