"Ye Wudao, haven't we started yet?"
Zhao Shishi had already braced herself for the possibility that she might never wake up. She had passed out just before and wasn't clear about what had happened, so she thought that Ye Wudao hadn't started yet.
"It's already over, Miss Chen. You're very lucky; your life was saved. However, I have to tell you something: you won't be able to have children in the future. Even if you do, they would die young. That's the price you pay for surviving," Ye Wudao told her.
Zhao Shishi was stunned for a moment. Perhaps the issue of children was too distant for her; she hadn't thought that far ahead. Being able to survive now was already the best outcome for her.
"Ye Wudao, thank you for saving me," Zhao Shishi said to him.
"Miss Chen, you don't need to thank me. I never intended to save you. I did it solely for Song Yuhan's sake. Although you have a despicable father, you also have a truly sincere friend who cares about you," Ye Wudao said bluntly.
