Su Yan's heart was filled with tension, hesitation, and unease.
She never dared to think that Shen Chizheng would not mind these things.
She also knew clearly that any normal man could not remain indifferent or free of resentment.
Just like, if another woman now bore Shen Chizheng's child, she would definitely not be able to accept it.
Shen Chizheng didn't speak for a long time.
Su Yan didn't want to deceive him, so she chose to confess, but his attitude left her unable to discern his thoughts, only feeling increasingly uneasy and terrified.
Shouldn't she have confessed?
Perhaps some things indeed require the cover of lies to be perfect, but she really didn't want lies to exist between them.
Anything that could become a stumbling block between them, she wouldn't allow to exist.
His prolonged silence finally exhausted her determination.
Su Yan lowered her eyebrows, feeling a sense of indescribable desolation in her heart.
