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"What's the point of asking if she has lost weight?" Yan Chu looked at him with scorn. "You're the one who pushed her down the stairs. Can you imagine how much a miscarriage hurts a woman, and how deep it cuts into her heart?"
Mo Shiche didn't answer. He stood quietly, so tall and silent. In just a short span of over ten days, Yan Chu somehow felt bizarrely... it wasn't Weiwei who had lost weight, it was him.
After a long moment, he suddenly asked, "Do you love her?"
Yan Chu was taken aback.
Anger flared up immediately, "You're not still trying to say that her child is mine? Mo, I really..."
"Do you love her?"
"What does it matter if I love her? Do you think that..."
"Then take good care of her," Mo Shiche cut him off, his handsome brows and eyes faintly subdued, his gaze calm, "Stay by her side, protect her, make her happy and content for a lifetime. This, you have always been better at than me."
