Seeing her so agitated, Tang Mubai furrowed his brows even tighter, and quickly helped her sit down, his tone becoming more cautious.
"Don't be upset, sit down and let's talk it over, okay?"
This time, Tang Nian was much calmer than the last time. Although the pain in her heart was greater, her rationality and composure were strengthened because of the child in her belly. She gently caressed her stomach, as if comforting the child inside, or perhaps comforting herself.
"Alright, then tell me, what's going on? Don't tell me this hair is yours, or that it was left by the cleaning staff. I won't believe that."
Tang Nian placed that strand of hair on the table, looking at it silently, her gaze somewhat vacant, clearly overwhelmed by sadness.
Tang Mubai rubbed his aching temples. He didn't know why this had suddenly happened, how… this strand of hair…
He knelt down on one knee, resting his hands on her legs, looking up slightly, "Niannian, do you not trust me?"
