Behind Ji Qingwu stood a towering willow tree.
Its branches drooped to the edge of the pond, swaying behind the woman as the wind stirred them.
Ji Qingwu, dressed in a cyan gown, resembled a small tree herself. Her features were as soft as willows shrouded in mist, yet her posture was straight and tall.
Seeing Mo Lingling's guilty expression, Ji Qingwu continued, "You're making such a scene, letting the entire city know you're pregnant and looking for a father for your child. What is it all for?"
Her thoughts exposed, Mo Lingling flushed with anger and embarrassment. "It's for nothing! You're overthinking things, miss!" With that, she turned and tried to hurry away.
Ji Qingwu didn't stop her, simply calling out calmly to her retreating back, "You're trying to force the real father of your child to show himself, aren't you?"
