Huo Shaohua was not in the ward, and Song Yi was lying on his hospital bed, resting.
The quilt still had his scent, she missed his scent so much...
Her body was still quite unstable and she had to try to rest in bed as much as possible.
Although she didn't intend to keep the child, she had to protect it for now.
Before she married him, the child had to be safe.
She hated him, she hated Tian Xingyun, and she hated herself even more. So none of the three of them should be happy!
Flower shop.
Tian Xingyun held scissors, trimming flowers, lost in thoughts. How was his condition?
Was he feeling better? She really wanted to visit him, but she couldn't!
Engrossed in thinking, her hands still moved the scissors.
Suddenly, a sharp pain struck her finger. She immediately dropped the scissors and grasped the wound.
The scissors had cut deep between her thumb and index finger, blood dyed her hands red, dripping onto the ground.
"Ping!"
