Shen Yanhe felt a tearing pain at the core of her heart, a warmth gathering in her eyes as tears uncontrollably fell.
She placed her hand on her still-aching lower abdomen.
A little life had once resided there.
She had not protected him well.
She silently shed tears, her lips pursed as she looked at Fu Yanhe, "I'm sorry... it's my fault..."
Seeing her tears, Fu Yanhe felt a dull ache in his heart and opened his arms to embrace her tightly.
His warm hand gently patted her slim back and tilted his head to softly kiss the tears at the corner of her eyes, tasting a salty flavor in his mouth.
"Yanyan, it's not your fault, it's me who didn't protect you and the child well." Fu Yanhe gently kissed her reddened eye area, repeatedly telling her, "You're not at fault."
"We will have children again in the future, don't cry."
Fu Yanhe took her hand and placed it over his heart, "Seeing your tears, it hurts here."
