In her eyes, his face twisted into a demonic mask, fangs bared and ready to strike. "Why?" The word scraped from Qin An'an's throat. "Fu Sihan, even if you don't want the child, you don't have to be so cruel!" A cold glint sparked in his dark eyes. "If I don't make myself perfectly clear, what's to stop you from holding onto false hope?" Qin An'an drew a sharp, silent breath and tore her gaze away