He felt Song Yinyin's distance and couldn't help but feel a burst of disappointment in his heart.
"Thank you, Mr. Yan."
Song Yinyin's face showed obvious alienation, keeping a safe distance from him.
"How are you? Do you need to go to the hospital? Or... shall I help you to the car?" Yan Kejun was very concerned about her.
"No need, I can manage myself."
Song Yinyin shook her head, stood up, and said 'thank you'.
"Yinyin, wait a moment..."
He followed her, holding an umbrella.
Song Yinyin ignored him, walked quickly forward, increasingly faster, even neglecting the fact that she was already pregnant.
Seeing her about to cross the street, Yan Kejun panicked and reached out to grab Song Yinyin's arm.
"Wait, I have something I want to say to you."
"Yan Kejun, what is there left to say between us? I thought we were a thing of the past, and you should have moved on."
