When she heard Mu Siyin mention the miscarriage child, Xiang Qiuci couldn’t help but feel a pain in her heart.
She sighed softly. “That child, it’s my fault too.”
Now that she thought about it, Xiang Qiuci really regretted it. If she had gone to treat the child in her stomach when she felt that something was wrong, perhaps she could have saved him.
It was also her fault for acting impulsively.
Therefore, she was very regretful, but at the same time, she was also glad that she resolutely kept Xiao Yi back then.
When Mu Siyin heard about Xiang Qiuci’s miscarriage, she said helplessly, “Maybe it’s God’s will. If you want to have a child, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future. Don’t blame yourself.”
Xiang Qiuci nodded slightly. “I can only comfort myself like this.”
“Alright, now take me to see the Child!”
Xiao Yi was several months older than the four little babies of Mu Siyin’s family. Leng Jiuchen’s face and facial features were everywhere.
