Shi Yuhuan sent people away, and instructed Aunt He to prepare soup and congee. He, on the other hand, stayed by Song Qinghuan's side every step of the way.
Seeing her still so calm and her face without a trace of color, Shi Yuhuan felt a moment of uneasiness.
But when he thought about the child in her belly, the child they were going to have, he felt that Song Qinghuan was just saying angry words.
He knew Song Qinghuan loved the child. She wouldn't really leave him for the sake of the child.
Before long, Aunt He brought over the soup.
Putting the soup on the bedside table, Shi Yuhuan leaned in to whisper in her ear, "The soup is here, do you want to get up and eat some?"
Since she said the words, "Let's get a divorce," Song Qinghuan hadn't spoken again.
But she didn't sleep either. She kept her eyes open, looking calmly.
