In Changqi's mind, he had always believed that Su Zhiruan was a man.
This belief had never changed in his heart. Even when Feng Qing took a liking to her, Changqi simply thought that Feng Qing had suddenly started liking men and never once doubted Su Zhiruan.
The old woman saw his expression drastically change, the indifference of moments ago disintegrating into nothing, his entire being akin to a soul lost. Therefore, she picked up the umbrella, extended it back to Changqi, and asked with trepidation, "You... don't know about your wife's pregnancy?"
The heavy rain poured down, hiding any minute sound within the noise of the rainfall. At this moment, no one could hear clearly, see Changqi's expression, or feel the tumult inside his heart.
He was like a bird strayed from its flock, like a barren wheat field.
It seemed like a long while before the old woman heard his voice again.
Carrying dryness, hoarseness, it lacked its original tone.
"...I didn't know, she is a woman."
