"Mingmei, how can you not eat anything?" Qin Youxuan guessed the situation with just one glance.
"No, I don't want to eat. None of you like me, none of you like my baby. You want to hurt him... I won't eat, I won't eat even if I die..." Ye Mingmei's emotions suddenly became very agitated. She clutched the blanket tightly, wrapping herself in it, curling into a ball, and collapsed helplessly on the bed.
"Brother, what's going on?"
Qin Youxuan looked at Jin Chenye in the hospital room, puzzled.
Ye Mingmei's reaction seemed like she was triggered by something and fell into unease about her surroundings.
"Mingmei woke up in the afternoon. Aunt saw that her emotions were relatively stable and brought up the topic of having her remove the child. But who knew..." Jin Chenye's gentle voice had a hint of reluctance.
He had long known that Ye Mingmei's entire mental support was on the child in her belly. Su Yiru asking her to remove the child was practically asking for her life.
