"Okay, congratulations to you both." Qiao Mo smiled lightly, her gaze indifferent.
Seeing the faint smile on her face, Fu Nancheng couldn’t stay a second longer. Without waiting for Qiao Yun to speak, he stood up and left, not looking back.
"Nancheng... wait for ..." Qiao Yun imdiately chased after him.
Watching their backs, the smile on Qiao Mo’s face gradually faded, and she turned to look out the window.
She was finally free.
Perhaps she should have been free long ago, but his passion was too intense for her to handle, leading her to step by step fall into it.
Thinking about how they went from getting a marriage certificate to divorce in just over three months, yet she felt as if she had lived a lifeti.
Perhaps they shouldn’t have gotten the marriage certificate back then, or perhaps she should have left.
If it were so, would her child still be here?
Han Zirui picked up the contract and looked at it, feeling a touch of heartache as he saw the once radiant girl now so haggard.
"Xiao Mo, take good care of yourself. Get well, my old man is still planning to take you to conquer all the major fashion weeks..."
"Okay, thanks for the trouble this ti."
Qiao Mo smiled at him, Han Zirui nodded, "I’ll be off then, I’ll co see you another day."
Jing Hao saw him out of the ward, closing the door behind him.
Han Zirui looked at him and asked in a low voice, "Is it really difficult for Xiao Mo to beco pregnant again?"
"That’s what the doctor said, but I’ll follow up with so familiar doctors to see what they say."
Han Zirui nodded, "I don’t think Fu Nancheng is completely without feelings for Xiao Mo, does he have so reasons?"
At the ntion of that na, Jing Hao’s expression chilled a bit, "No reason can justify him hurting Xiao Mo, he’ll regret it."
...
At this mont, neither of them noticed.
Qiao Mo, supporting herself against the wall, slowly got out of bed, ending up standing not far from the door.
With one hand on the drip stand, her legs were so weak she could barely stand.
What were they talking about?
She... can never have a baby again?
Qiao Mo’s eyes turned sour, and large teardrops burst forth uncontrollably.
Never... again?
Why... why does it have to be like this for her...
Her legs gave way, and she fell directly to the ground, the drip bottle also fell, making a crisp sound, with glass shards scattering all over.
Jing Hao heard the commotion and imdiately pushed the door open, leaping forward to try and help her up, "How are you? Are you hurt..."
Qiao Mo kept her head down, afraid he would see the tears in her eyes.
"Let see..." he grabbed her hand, speaking impatiently.
Qiao Mo pulled back her hand, wiped her eyes ssily, and softly said to him, "No, I just wanted to get so water, but walked too hurriedly."
He carried her back to bed, whispering, "I’ll find the best doctors... they’ll certainly cure you."
Qiao Mo tugged at her lips, showing him a faint smile, as if not knowing what he ant.
Until evening, after Qiao Mo finished eating, she turned to sleep. Xie Qinghuan stayed today, covering her with a blanket, and then curled up on another small bed.
As ti passed without notice, the sky outside completely darkened, and the lights in the ward went out.
Qiao Mo finally slowly opened her eyes, resting her head on one arm, while her other hand gently touched her belly.
Can she never beco a mother again?
Can she never have a baby again?
The re thought made her eyes sting unbearably, and tears flowed uncontrollably, like a flood unleashed, growing more fierce...
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