"Is she...a pregnant woman?"
Song Ying covered her mouth in surprise, and Song Haoran directly furrowed his brows.
Often, people's attitudes towards pregnant women are somewhat subtle.
This woman might be utterly unforgivable, she might be deeply hated by everyone, but when there's a little life brewing inside her body, her situation becomes different.
She probably won't be forgiven, but the tiny life born within her is innocent.
A spotless, pure life always endears people.
Our respect for pregnant women stems from the greatness in nurturing life.
"This is just too cruel!" Song Ying's face turned pale—on stage, there was only the seven or eight-year-old Paul, and the little life inside the red-dressed Qiao An's belly, only one of the two was allowed to live.
In an instant, as Song Ying looked again at A Lai Ye, this blue-haired, blue-eyed girl no longer seemed exquisite and cute to her but rather inexplicably frightening.
