Jian Shichu did not speak, his heart aching even more.
Contraceptive pills!
When had she ever taken contraceptive pills?
Why didn't he know?
And why did she take contraceptive pills?
Didn't she want to have his children at all?
Otherwise, why would she take contraceptive pills?
Why?
Why did she treat him this way?
He stared at the red light of the operating room, his eyes bloodshot, teeth clenched in a death grip.
Xia Junyu heaved a silent sigh, patted his shoulder, and retreated.
After a good fifteen minutes, the red light above the operating room finally went out.
The doors of the operating room parted to each side, and Ye Qingci was wheeled out by the nurse.
Jian Shichu moved forward to greet her, took her hand, and bent down to look at her, "How are you feeling? Does it hurt?"
Ye Qingci, her face pale, looked at him. Her lips, usually cherry red, were now devoid of any color, her eyes full of tears, "I'm sorry... I... I..."
