The next moment, however, he still lifted the lid of the food box and took out a bowl of dark, murky medicine.
"Come, drink it." His voice was soft, creating an illusion for Yang Dongxue that, like her, he too was anticipating this child.
With trembling hands, she took the medicine and asked with some hope, "What is this medicine?"
"Abortion medicine!"
With a crisp "clang," the bowl shattered, spilling medicine all over the floor. "Why?" she asked with a shrill voice of disbelief.
Baili Han didn't answer her, instead he continued to take out another bowl from the food box, "Drink it!"
"I won't drink it." Yang Dongxue held her belly with one hand and retreated, "Why should I drink it?"
"Will you drink it yourself, or should I feed you?" Baili Han's expression didn't change much, as if he were asking whether she'd like porridge or dumplings.
"I don't want either!"
Baili Han sighed and brought the medicine up to her, "Then I'll have to do it myself."
