"You have everything now, so it's easy for you to say that. My child is gone, and Zhengrong doesn't want me anymore…"
Tang Xiaoyu's face was whiter than the ward's white walls.
It was so white that it was ghastly—so white that was… frightening.
Her dark eyes seemed to be void of life. Her red and tender lips were also dry and gray, making her look very haggard.
Noting such, Pei Ge felt pity and sadness more than anger for the other.
This was her best friend! She was clearly such a confident and dazzling woman, yet she looked nothing like that now!
"Look at yourself!" Her hands balled up into tight fists and her eyes reddened as she growled in a low voice. "What if you don't have a child anymore and what if you don't have that man anymore? You still have your parents. You still have me!"
She knew the feeling of losing a lover and a child. She understood it… After all, she herself had experienced it once.
