Lu Weixi was suddenly confused, "What's wrong with you?"
Zhiyou shook the keys, "Didn't the keys fall outside just now? I picked them up."
The window wasn't closed, so he must have climbed through the window again.
Lu Weixi sighed. Although Mom didn't go to the extreme of treating her like she was sick to her stomach, or threatening to take her own life or anything, it wasn't that much better.
The family knew, but she firmly refused to agree, so what could be done? She couldn't secretly go register for marriage with Zhiyou and present them with a fait accompli. Nor could she ignore her illness.
After all, the extremity of her mother's actions was not unrelated to the grievances she had suffered over the years. The memory of her miscarriage was still vivid, the fact that her mother didn't trust Zhiyou, nor the Qin family.