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"Yes, Mr. Anche, these are the words I wanted to say to you," Jian Shuyao struggled to suppress the sadness in her heart, trying to make her tone as calm as possible.
"But what about you? And in all this, have you ever considered yourself, have you thought about our future together?" Chu Anche pursued each word, his deep voice carrying a hint of barely restrained emotion.
Jian Shuyao slightly turned her head away.
How could she have not thought about herself, about their future together?
That pregnancy test, she had never thrown it away.
This morning, as she awoke, a bright and happy future unfolded before her eyes like a perfect scroll, filling her with smiles and the courage to step into a future paved with blessings.
But now, she no longer had the right to think about those things.
What mattered now was Xiao'an's illness, his physical condition.
Not herself, or how she felt.