Shen Mosheng nodded agreeably, "I know."
Han Yingying: ...
Why does she feel like she's the unreasonable bad guy?
But at least she wasn't being forced into marriage anymore, and her mood improved a lot, making even the food taste exceptionally delicious.
That night, she unexpectedly didn't have any nightmares and slept through till morning.
The next day, as soon as she stepped outside, she saw Shen Mosheng.
Today, he was dressed in casual attire, less aloof and more gentle.
His beard was meticulously groomed, and the shadows under his eyes had disappeared, making him look more spirited and handsome.
He leaned against the car, his long legs casually crossed, the lines of his legs very pleasing to the eye.
In the June weather, the 10 a.m. sun was already very scorching, yet he seemed as if he felt nothing.
Upon seeing Han Yingying, he flashed a smile, his white, neat teeth sparkling in the sunlight.
"Yingying, let's go."
Maybe it was his dazzling smile, or perhaps the sun was too glaring, but Han Yingying suddenly felt a bit dazzled.
"What's wrong?" Seeing that she didn't move, Shen Mosheng walked over to her with concern, his tall figure blocking the sun and casting a shadow over her.
Han Yingying, looking up, asked curiously, "Shen Mosheng, isn't it hot for you in this scorching sun?"
"Not hot."
"How long have you been waiting?"
"Just arrived."
Han Yingying subconsciously touched Shen Mosheng's sleeve.
It was hot to the touch.
This temperature, definitely not just arrived.
She couldn't help but look up again, staring at Shen Mosheng's extremely handsome face.
Apart from concern for her, she could not find a trace of impatience.
Even though it was her fault, Shen Mosheng was not only not angry, he also proactively offered to take responsibility, a responsibility that should have been hers.
And she kept saying that Shen Mosheng was marrying responsibility, refusing to marry Shen Mosheng, and even wanting to abort Shen Mosheng's child.
Was she really wronging Shen Mosheng?
Her resolute heart suddenly began to waver.
"What's wrong, are you feeling uncomfortable?" Seeing Han Yingying staring at him with a complicated gaze but remaining silent, Shen Mosheng became a bit worried.
"Shen Mosheng, that night, it was me who forced you, and now I'm capriciously wanting to abort your child, aren't you angry with me?"
"Shen Mosheng, I'm sorry."
Shen Mosheng chuckled lightly, "No need to say sorry."
Looking at his gentle smile, Han Yingying felt somewhat choked up, feeling even more apologetic towards him.
Soon, they arrived at the hospital.
Shen Mosheng parked the car at the entrance and whispered, "The garage smells bad, go ahead and wait for me inside."
"Okay." Han Yingying smiled gratefully at him, opened the car door, and walked into the hospital building.
As soon as she entered, she came face to face with Fu Yingjun.
Fu Yingjun was hugging his girlfriend, his face full of tender indulgence, which stung her eyes slightly.
Han Yingying wanted to turn around and leave, but it was already too late.
"Yingying, what brings you to the hospital? Are you feeling unwell?" Fu Yingjun's tone was full of concern and worry.
After confessing, this was the first time she had seen him, yet everything had already changed.
Looking at his familiar face, Han Yingying felt somewhat dazed.
"Yingying, what's wrong? Your complexion doesn't look good, are you feeling very sick?" Fu Yingjun took a step forward anxiously, reaching out to touch her forehead.