Qin Zhiyou nodded, but before she could finish speaking, she shook her head again, her voice murmuring, "No, if you're going to lie to me, keep lying. Don't let me find out the truth halfway through. Even if you don't love me anymore, don't say it, don't let me know."
Qin Zhiyou was deeply moved. The first statement might have been a rational confession, but the following one was an impulsive, emotional outburst—something beyond reason. He had never been more certain about the intensity of Lu Weixi's feelings for him.
He gently held her, running his hand through her hair, his voice soft, "Silly girl."
This was his wife, his child—he had to protect them. He would make sure they were happy, even if it cost him his life.
A few minutes later.
Qin Zhiyou suddenly asked, "Xixi, you're three months pregnant now, right?"
