Fu Lingfeng listened to the last sentence, and finally there was a hint of emotion in his eyes.
But it was just a hint, and soon that flicker of light was hidden away.
His gaze sharp as a knife's edge, he stared coldly at her, his thin lips pressed tightly together, without any response.
In the end, he still didn't soften his heart.
"Isn't this enough?" Qin Jiaran murmured, she had already said she would leave Lancheng, exit their lives, wasn't this enough?
"I know, you've suffered a lot in these three years with me." Fu Lingfeng slightly furrowed his brows, "Jiaran, tell me what you want, I will try my best to compensate you."
"I don't want anything, I just want this child!" Qin Jiaran repeated, her red lips stubbornly pursed, "Lingfeng, I beg you, let me keep him, okay..."
Her eyes became hollow, that sense of despair born from her heart could not be hidden, and her emotions almost collapsed.