Ding Ziyu thought that the loss of this child would make everything come to a temporary halt, as a rest, because of losing a child. Everyone would remain the same, including herself.
But in reality, it was not so.
That day was three days before her mother was to return to H City with Yan's father. Ding Ziyu endured her physical discomfort to go back and pack for her mother.
At the Yan Family, she saw Yan Chenqing again, their eyes meeting in silence, and finally, Yan Chenqing was the first to look away.
Without saying anything, he got up and went upstairs.
Ding Ziyu stared dazedly at his back, feeling a sudden emptiness in her heart for no reason.
She was about to turn and leave when a sudden ache came from her lower abdomen, causing her to stagger and trip over a chair.
"Bang—" came a sound.
Yan Chenqing, who was going upstairs, stopped in his tracks.
