Su Yan remained silent.
Gu Chaohan walked to her side, forcibly gripping her arm, "Su Yan..."
"Don't touch me!" Su Yan suddenly turned her head, her usually gentle gaze instantly transforming like a little beast, "I won't take the medicine, Gu Chaohan, I'd rather die like this than be with you!"
When she heard the doctor say "the child is gone," she really would have rather died on the operating table.
Death would be the greatest relief, all things that brought her pain would be resolved once and for all.
The man's expression was indifferent, the hand holding the water cup tightened slightly.
Su Yan closed her eyes, her voice softened, "Just leave."
Her body was already weak, and now after the miscarriage, she felt like a lifeless doll after all the torment, as if the only thing proving she was still alive was her breath.
Gu Chaohan sighed softly, no longer pressuring her.
He stood up, placed the medicine and water cup on the bedside table, then walked out of the bedroom.
