Actually, she still wanted to say sorry, but she felt that it was meaningless and unnecessary to say it when she was faced with Zuo Hancheng.
He clearly didn't want her to say those words.
"The whole thing is my fault. You're only 20 years old, and you're still a child who doesn't even know how to take care of yourself."Zuo Hancheng's voice was very soft and light, but it was also filled with warmth and comfort that belonged to him.
"Does it hurt?"
Zuo Hancheng's hand came over and caressed her abdomen, which was still hurting. Anhao felt her cold stomach warming up bit by bit. However, she still lost her vajra gourd doll because of her own torment. He was warming up her stomach, but he was also feeling sorry for the child.
Anhao's eyes were red as she told the truth,""It hurts."
It went without saying whether it was a stomachache or heartache.
