Qiao En, in a daze, was embraced by Zhou Jin'an. She opened her bleary eyes and pushed her hands against Zhou Jin'an's chest.
"Stop it, I want to sleep some more."
Last night, with worries weighing on her mind, she had slept restlessly.
She had only fallen into a deep sleep at daybreak.
She tried to push Zhou Jin'an away, but he held her even tighter.
He buried his head in the nape of Qiao En's neck, and hot tears slipped into her collarbone.
Qiao En's sleepiness gradually faded, and she realized that the Zhou Jin'an embracing her was shuddering.
"I'm sorry, I caused the death of our child."
His voice choked, unbearably sour to hear.
"You already know."
Qiao En's eyelids drooped, and the pain she had suppressed at the bottom of her heart surged again.
The pain of losing a child was something she couldn't mention to anyone.
She could only wipe her tears secretly when memories haunted her in the middle of the night.
"Mom has already told me, En'en, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
