Su Zhen and Du Weiwei both fell silent.
A strange quiet spread through the snow-white hospital room.
He was becoming increasingly disappointed in her.
She, too, was growing more disappointed in him and had already decided to give up on him.
Su Zhen lifted his head, looking at his once-cherished first love, now wearing a hospital gown, her face pallid, her hair in disarray as she sat on the hospital bed.
She was no different from the typical older woman.
Su Zhen, "Weiwei, you're really good at acting, aren't you!"
"I..."
Du Weiwei wanted to explain that she had actually been cut in the stomach, and it wasn't an act.
The wound hurt, and even with medication, it still ached!
Du Weiwei, her face full of grievance, "What on earth is wrong with you, Zhen? I don't understand what you mean. My stomach still hurts, the wound is still there, you can go ask the doctor if you don't believe me!"
"Did you really get pregnant? Even now, you're still lying to me?"