Ai Weixi hurried to the hospital only to receive the horrifying news that Rong Shengsheng had lost the child in her womb.
She trembled uncontrollably, barely able to stand, leaning against the wall; in disbelief, she asked again, "Xiaoyu... don't lie to me, is the child really gone?"
Lan Xiyu nodded heavily, "It's gone."
But there was not a trace of sorrow on his face.
At the moment, Ai Weixi was too immersed in her grief to pay attention to such details.
"How could this happen..."
"Mom, don't be sad, Shengsheng and I... we can have more children in the future."
Ai Weixi covered her mouth in immense sorrow, tears streaming down her face. This was a hospital, where, even though she felt terrible, she couldn't just break down in sobs; she had to hold it in.
"Shengsheng..."
After the surgery, Rong Shengsheng's face was pale, and she seemed lifeless. Once in the car, Ai Weixi took her hand, her own eyes red and swollen, repeatedly uttering apologies.
