Fu Bainian glanced at the two of them and walked out.
The nurse left as well, leaving only the two of them in the ward.
Fu Lingfeng sat down by the bed, taking hold of Qin Jiaran's wrist, his gaze complex, "Didn't you tell me you'd pull through, that I shouldn't worry? But now, how can I not worry?"
A few nights ago, Qin Jiaran had come to him.
She deliberately seduced him, and he couldn't resist. After they had intimacy, she told him she would get rid of the child and that she would pull through, asking him not to worry.
She had been so certain, he didn't think much of it and just let her be.
Although he had no love for her, she had been by his side for three years; it wasn't possible for him to feel nothing. Ultimately, he still felt some concern.
"Lingfeng…" Qin Jiaran wrapped her arms around his waist, leaning into his chest, her face streaked with wet tears, "It hurts so much... I saw so much blood... Our child is gone, our child is gone…"