Looking at such a cold and handsome man, shedding tears for the woman he loves and the child he lost.
Everyone present was deeply moved.
The director stepped forward to offer comfort, "Sir, both you and your wife are still young. You'll surely have children in the future. Please don't be too sad."
Nangong Yaoling seemed not to hear, reaching out to gently touch Xiaonuan's damp hair on her forehead.
She had sweated a lot; just moments ago, seeing her in pain made his heart twist.
If only he could suffer in her place, even if it were ten times more painful, he couldn't bear watching her in agony.
But now, she would finally be free from pain.
However, he knew the pain in the heart was a hundred times stronger than any physical pain.
"Xiaonuan, we will have children, many children, believe me…" the man murmured in a husky, magnetic voice, gazing at the girl on the bed.
He placed her soft little hand near his lips and kissed it forcefully.
