Hu Ailing squatted down, hugging herself and weeping bitterly. Yi Roujing and the others quietly watched, but none of them left. When Hu Ailing cried herself tired, Ding Anmin stepped forward and handed her a water bottle.
Hu Ailing, with her eyes red and swollen, took it, sipping a few times in between sobs, "Thank you, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said those things."
Lately, Hu Ailing's days have been the most comfortable in the past three years, because Hupozi merely scolded her verbally and hardly hit her anymore, all thanks to Yi Roujing standing up for her.
A few days ago when she went back to her parental home, Ding Jianshe bought some high-end stuff like malted milk and she was regarded better by her family back there. But no matter how days went by, her belly showed no movement, and that fact remained unchanged.
"In the end, it's because I'm useless, I can't bear a child." Hu Ailing said with a hint of despair.
