A knife twisted in his heart. "You've just had a surgery; don't be so emotional and stop crying anymore!"
Seeing the distress and helplessness on his face, Yan Bingqing was more certain that he was her only hope now.
Hence, she schooled her face into a grievous look and cried, "Brother Yang, I didn't know that I was pregnant; if I knew, I would be extremely careful, but… What to do? The child is lost. Brother Yang, our child is gone! Woo… woo… woo… If not for that miscarriage, I would surely leave the show industry to give birth and raise this child. I heard from the doctor that the child had already taken shape, and it's a boy…"
She wept sorrowfully. Her beautiful yet pallid face was pale. Her words shot straight to his heart.
Yang Shoucheng could not bear to see her miserable look. He enveloped her in his embrace and gently caressed her back with his rough hands.
