"Miss, please don't cry. If you keep crying, the baby will become ugly."
"Wuwuwu..." As if immersed in an indescribable sadness, unable to extricate herself.
Song Yunchi stood outside the hospital room, listened to the doctor's words and admonitions, and was about to turn and enter the room.
Hearing her sorrowful cries, his heart immediately felt uncomfortable.
The alcohol had worn off too.
In the moment she fell, he regretted it.
Even if she threw a tantrum and unreasonably demanded a divorce, he could have just coaxed and persuaded her, why did he have to get angry?
Hadn't he known all along she loved to throw tantrums?
The nurses' comforting had no effect, and Lu Meng continued to cry, heartbroken.
Song Yunchi's hand by his side clenched tightly into a fist, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.
He restrained himself, took a deep breath, and pushed the door open.
"You all go out first."
