Li Feng looked down at Han Xue, who was kneeling before him. Since they were at home, Han Xue wore loose clothing, and her kneeling posture inadvertently revealed a hint of spring.
"I didn't say I wouldn't help you."
"Stand up first."
Li Feng reached out to help Han Xue, wondering if his previous words had been ambiguous.
"I won't get up. If even you won't help me and the child in my belly, we are doomed. Can you really bear to watch us die tragically?"
With tears in her eyes, Han Xue's expression bore a resemblance to that of Lin Daiyu, invoking pity.
Li Feng was ashamed.
"I meant that you won't have to hide anymore; I was planning to take you back to the villa and legitimize your status."
"Huh?"
Han Xue lifted her head to look at Li Feng, "Is my husband awake?"
"Not yet."
