Leng Yixiu fell into silence. At this moment, his heart was filled with contradictions. He didn't want Lin Yixun to hate him, yet he wished she would hate him. Hatred would sustain her, at least she could continue to live.
The man called Sister Yi to tend to Lin Yixun's facial wounds, while he walked out of the ward, leaning weakly against the door, and took out a cigarette from his pocket. However, in an instant, he seemed to remember something, so he threw the whole pack of cigarettes into the trash can.
He thought, no matter how terrible the relationship between him and Lin Yixun was, no matter how much Lin Yixun hated him, there was a tiny life growing in her belly. Though that child was only the size of a sesame seed now, it was enough to save his entire world.
