"You originally didn't want this child, did you?"
"..."
Hearing Shang Ruyi's low, gentle yet piercing words, as if each word stabbed her heart, Lei Yu's face grew paler than before, losing all color. She did not answer, nor could she, and lowered her head again.
Shang Ruyi felt as if her heart was being twisted by a knife.
She spoke again, her voice tinged with wetness and bitterness, trembling as she said, "So, you're willing to keep this child now, for me, aren't you?"
She uttered the word "me" so softly, so weakly, almost like a whisper, as if it was too much to bear saying.
In fact, even if she hadn't asked, even if Lei Yu hadn't answered, she already knew the answer.
Although Lei Yu came from a military family, she was meticulous. Being over two months pregnant, she should have sensed something; moreover, when she just learned the news of her pregnancy from that woman, she reacted too calmly—no shock, no joy.
So, she had known all along.
