Mu Yiliang slowly woke up again.
She stared blankly at the ceiling for a moment, remembering the child that was never meant to be hers, and her heart ached once more.
"Awake?" a deep male voice sounded, and then her right hand was enclosed in a pair of warm palms, "Are you hungry?"
She looked at the already tidied Yan Sijue and tried to smile, "Help me up."
The man helped her up, half-holding her in his arms, "Your face looks a bit better now, is there anywhere you feel uncomfortable?"
"No..." She reached out to hug him, gently closing her eyes.
The dull ache in her lower abdomen was still there; she knew it was because of the miscarriage. Perhaps she could never have children again in the future. Although she didn't mind, the thought of this man once so eagerly expecting the birth of a new life, and she could no longer fulfill that wish for him, made her a bit sad.
