"She's in the hospital now. She has me, Uncle Chu, and everyone arranged by her lover… What are you doing here? She doesn't need you, and neither do I…"
Ji Fengmian paused and looked down at his clasped hands, which were trembling uncontrollably.
"Chu Boyang, do you know what I'm thinking now? I'm thinking about the child I lost…"
Chu Boyang's body swayed and his thin lips parted. Before he could speak, Ji Fengmian said,
"Think about what I was thinking when I was trapped in that dark and damp place. I thought about how you appeared by my side miraculously every moment… Then, I thought about how I saw you guarding Ji Qing's bed and comforting her. Then, I thought about why I lost that child…"
"You weren't here when you needed me the most. Now that you're standing here, do you think I have any other thoughts other than making me sick?"
Ji Fengmian's words were like sharp metal, piercing Chu Boyang's heart.
Everyone looked at them quietly.
