Lu Tianming was snubbed, a surge of frustration trapped in his heart, unable to spit it out or swallow it down, eventually he got up and stormed out, slamming the door behind him.
The hospital room returned to calm, so quiet it seemed as though one could hear the tick-tock of the IV drip.
Xun Lu lay still, eyes closed, a tear sliding down from the corner of her eye.
With trembling hands, she touched her belly, where there was no longer a bulge, no longer a fragile, but living, life inside.
To love someone to the extreme is to be unable to harbor resentment.
She never blamed Zuo Xingyun, only Xiang Wan.
Zuo Xingyun had come to accuse her only because of Xiang Wan, and her resentment towards Xiang Wan grew even more.
To Xun Lu's surprise, the next morning, Zuo Xingyun gave her a call.
Staring at the familiar name flashing on her phone screen, she pondered the reason for his call.
