The set was swarming with reporters; Wen Nuan's pregnancy had become the talk of the town. Han Bi, as she looked at the newspaper, had red-rimmed eyes. With snow-white teeth gently biting her lower lip, her expression was sorrowful.
She's pregnant?
Wen Nuan was pregnant, and the last remnants of Han Bi's hope were shattered by this news. She suddenly crumpled the paper and threw it far away.
"Feimo..." She murmured Ye Feimo's name in a hollow voice that resounded greatly, echoing over and over again, like a lament, like a plea. He was going to have another child, a child with her. Did he still remember?
Clutching her chest, she felt a pain that pierced her heart. Lin Diyun, seeing her discomfort, hurried over to support her, "I should have never let you read the newspaper."
Han Bi's face was pale, her features etched with thick despair, "How could I not know about something so significant?"
