The flesh in her belly, carrying it for several months, the child... already faintly kicking.
It was a boy.
She had seen the baby's picture when she went for an ultrasound.
She had also fantasized about what the baby would look like when born, would he resemble her or Yun Zuoyi?
She had... also looked forward to the arrival of the baby.
But for the sake of Jun Ce, for the love of Jun Ce... she had personally harmed the baby inside of her. She killed her own child, yet still didn't gain the qualifications to love Jun Ce... because she was now a woman infertile, she had no right to love Jun Ce!
"Wuu wuu... wuu wuu..." Song Xiaoyu hugged Jun Ce, crying her heart out.
Jun Ce slightly frowned.
He knew that Song Xiaoyu was very saddened by these calamities, but his relationship with Song Xiaoyu was casual... not yet at the point where he could offer her his chest to cry on.
"Xiaoyu..." Jun Ce's hands grabbed Song Xiaoyu's shoulders, intending to push her away.
