Upon hearing Li Weihuan's words, Qi Qun suddenly felt a suffocating pressure in her chest, with intensity that threatened to overwhelm her, if not for Ye Yuchen supporting her, she might have already collapsed!
"Weihuan, Weihuan..." She called Li Weihuan's name twice, and as she spoke, tears began to fall. She clutched at her chest, a gesture that caused a flicker in Li Weihuan's eyes.
Qi Qun said, "Weihuan, you are my son. You are the flesh born of my womb after ten months of pregnancy. Did I push you? Did I push you? Who was the one that pushed me? Tell me, who pushed me..."
Li Weihuan bit his lip, words dying on his tongue, his eyes red with unshed tears.
Nanxi stood there, uncertain of what to say, suddenly feeling redundant, like she should leave. From the beginning to the end, she shouldn't have been here!
As she turned to leave, Li Weihuan called out her name in a voice nearly torn by desperation, "Nanxi...don't go..."
