Amidst the sound of flowing water, the text ssage on the screen ca into view word by word.
The child is gone... The child is gone...
Fu Nancheng was a bit dazed, nearly losing his balance. With a ’crack’, his phone slipped from his large hands and fell to the ground, yet the screen remained lit.
He heavily supported himself on the edge of the sink, slightly hunched over, his eyes bloodshot, staring hard at the text ssage on the screen, his eye sockets sore.
The child is gone... Is the child really gone?
He slowly lowered his gaze, a teardrop falling from the corner of his eye.
The large hand resting on the edge of the sink clenched tightly, veins bulging on the back of his hand, as if he was desperately holding back.
How could it... How could it just be gone?
"Ah!!!" he let out a low roar, punching the edge of the sink heavily, the joints on the back of his hand turning a bruised blue and purple.
Scenes from the past automatically appeared in his mind: the joy when she was first pregnant, the scene of him gently kissing her belly, the images on the ultrasound, his restless movents inside her belly...
His heart felt like flesh and skin glued to the coldest, hardest ice in the dead of winter, bloodied and in unbearable pain.
It was him... It was because of him... It was he who failed to protect them.
In the bathroom, only the continuous sound of water remained, seemingly amplifying the sound of blood flowing through veins, even the air carried an indescribable bitterness.
After what seed like forever, he slowly picked up the phone and saw the second half of the ssage.
"It’s a boy, the doctor said that Miss Qiao might also find it difficult to conceive again in the future."
Fu Nancheng stared at the screen for a long ti before finally letting out a wry laugh.
No longer able to conceive again...
What would this an for her?
She must be heartbroken.
He suddenly felt it was ridiculous, not understanding why he did all this, or if it was even worth it.
But he knew, in this world, there is no such thing as turning back, no one would give him another chance to choose.
...
On the other side, Qiao Mo had been lying in the hospital room for a long ti.
Xie Qinghuan and Jiang Jinghao were always outside keeping watch over her, and early the next morning, Qiao Xuan also hurried back.
Because Qiao Mo’s condition was still not very stable, they were banned from entering the hospital room, so they could only watch her pale, bloodless face through the thick glass.
Xie Qinghuan’s eyes were red from crying; her heart ached for Xiao Mo.
She was clearly so uncontentious with the world, so obedient and kind. Yet she didn’t understand why fate seed unwilling to spare her!
Now that she had lost the child, she could hardly bear to convey such news to her.
"You should go back and rest a bit. I’ll stay here with her." Jiang Jinghao softly turned and spoke to Xie Qinghuan.
Xie Qinghuan shook her head: "I haven’t lost an arm or a leg, what’s there to rest for? But as for Xiao Mo, what will she do..."
ntioning Qiao Mo, Jiang Jinghao withdrew his gaze as well.
In just one night, he had beco much more haggard.
Looking at the woman inside the room, covered in tubes and IV drips, his eyes were filled with regret and self-reproach.
Would things be different if he hadn’t been so cowardly back then... If he hadn’t let go of her hand so easily, if he hadn’t easily believed her words of happiness, would she not be lying here today, barely holding on to life, wouldn’t she be spared so much pain and harm!
It was him... He was the one who gave others the chance to hurt her!
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