"Did you ever have a miscarriage or surgery? Or were you pregnant before getting married to Shen Xiao? Were you carrying twins?"
Yueyao's breathing hitched.
There was a sharp inhale, then silence.
As if his words had struck a thread buried so deep she didn't know it was there, until now.
She didn't answer. But her entire body tensed beneath the silk sheets, the muscles in her back drawing taut like bowstrings. Her fingers twisted into the fabric.
Then, in a voice so low she murmured, "I don't know anything, don't ask me anymore... I don't know anything... I'm not sick, i'm not sick, I just wanna leave this hell hole..."
Dr. Lin didn't move right away. He watched her carefully, the way a seasoned physician reads not just symptoms but silence, especially the kind that screamed.
Her voice had broken at the edges, thin and frayed, like she was unraveling in real time. And yet, beneath the panic, he heard something else too.
