Leaving the hospital room, the phone rang, it was Ji Si calling.
"What's up?"
"Weilan had a miscarriage," Ji Si said.
Lu Ziheng furrowed his brow but didn't speak.
"Are you coming over?" Ji Si asked, "It's on the 10th floor of the hospital."
But Lu Ziheng was currently on the 20th floor.
"..."
After a long silence, Lu Ziheng finally spoke, "I won't be going."
"Hehe, really a heartless man, isn't he? She's here, crying for you like it's the end of the world." Ji Si's voice was sinister and laced with sarcasm.
Lu Ziheng said, "I'm giving you the chance to take care of her, I'm hanging up."
"Fine."
**
10th floor, gynecology ward.
Yi Weilan lay on the hospital bed, her eyes empty, her cheeks pale, even her lips devoid of color.
Her belly was already five months along, the child had formed, but when the cold machine entered her womb, the physical pain couldn't compare to the pain in her heart.
Indeed.
She regretted it.
