Watching the doctor leave, Ye Que finally sat beside the bed, took Chi Zaozao's hand, and said with full remorse, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left you alone with her. Hit me, scold me, do whatever you want to me, Zaozao. It was my fault for neglecting your safety."
He really felt he deserved to die; how could he have left Zaozao in the same room as Tang Wanyuan, that crazed lunatic?
Fortunately, both the child and she were unharmed. If anything had happened, he would never forgive himself for the rest of his life.
While he was here feeling self-reproach, the little girl on the bed managed a weak smile, reached out to touch his face, and said weakly, "Husband, it's not your fault, don't blame yourself, really, I don't blame you at all."
"Nonsense, how can you not blame me?"
"I don't blame you. If anyone is to blame, blame me. Knowing I was pregnant, I still cried like that. I'm sorry for letting you down; I didn't take good care of our child."
