Yan Ling, who was freezing fast, was pulled from the balcony to the room and wrapped her in a quilt.

"Yi Haiyin is outside right now. If you want to see him, just go straight down and meet. Why bother to abuse yourself."

"Xiao Yueyue, I am so conflicted now..." Yan Ling bit his lip, his eyes full of struggle.

She wanted to be brave for Yi Haiyin and for the child in her stomach, forgetting the identity gap between her and Yi Haiyin, but striving for it once.

But he was worried that because of her, Yi Haiyin would be caught in a dilemma between family and love.

The violin outside was still ringing. Yi Haiyin seemed to be unaware that he was tired. He played the same piece over and over again, making Yan Ling unable to forget the man waiting for her in the cold wind...

She was pregnant with the baby now, and she couldn't even stand outside with him to blow the air. She could only watch him at a loss and waited outside the gate alone.

Finally, Yan Ling seemed to have broken the last nerve, reached out his hand to wipe the tears off his face, turned his head and ran downstairs.

He ran out of the door of the Yang family, rushed outside, rushed towards Yi Haiyin, and plunged into his arms.

"Yi Haiyin, you idiot, I don't deserve you...I don't deserve it..." Yan Ling's tears were forced to bear, and tears flowed into a river instantly.

He held his waist with both hands, crying like a child.

He kept scolding.

"I'm not a fool, I am a madman, Ling'er, I would be mad without you." Yi Haiyin's thin lips opened slightly, and he threw the violin aside, stretched out his hand to hug her thin body into his arms, tightly holding She pressed her chest to her chest, like holding a lost baby.

She lowered her head and blocked her lips.

"Well!" Yan Ling was held in his arms by him, couldn't avoid his kiss at all, and could only endure his plunder, knowing that he would let her go.

The long fingers with distinct phalanxes gently crossed her eyebrows and stared at her blushing cheeks.

"Ling'er, don't leave anymore."

"..." Yan Ling's nose was sour, and she bit her lip before holding back not letting herself cry.

She wanted to tell him that she didn't want to leave him, not at all!

If possible, she would rather die in his arms than separate from him.

"Ling'er..." Yi Haiyin couldn't get her answer, frowning slightly, his handsome face passed a trace of anxiety, and immediately, thinking of something, he looked down at her belly.

Looking at her flat belly, her eyes became complicated, as if she was wondering, is there really a baby in her belly?

It seems to be curious, wanting to touch her belly, but worried that it will startle her...

So just holding her, staring at her belly without turning.

"Yi Haiyin, what are you looking at?" Yan Ling was hesitating to tell him about her pregnancy. Suddenly she found that Yi Haiyin was staring at her belly. He was shocked and became inexplicably guilty, trying to avoid it. Open his eyes.

When I was nervous, my chest suddenly filled with nausea.

Can't help bending over and retching.

Just after slowing down, I was worried that Yi Haiyin would be suspicious, in case he waited a moment to ask...

Before Yan Ling thought about what to say, the next second, Yi Haiyin's whole person was beaten up, and he strode into Yang's house.

As soon as I entered the living room and saw Xia Changyue, he asked, "Ling'er vomited, where is her room?"

"Upstairs, the first guest room." Xia Changyue regained consciousness and immediately said.