Ruan Yang thought it would be impossible to act as though nothing had happened.
That was her child. Before she could even think about whether it was male or female, it died.
Even if she were to conceive again, it wouldn't be this child. It'd be another one.
Even if it was just a tiny egg, it was still a life.
Would it hate itself for implanting itself into her womb? It must've felt it was very unlucky. If the mother was someone else, it could've been born.
Ruan Yang shrank into the pillow weakly.
The more embracing and loving Li Shaobin was, the more guilty she felt.
She only wanted to start life anew and start a family. Why was it so difficult?
Her eye makeup smudged because of her tears and the makeup on her face clumped up.
Ruan Yang, the perfectionist, would never allow herself to become like this. However, at this moment, she no longer cared about her image. The pain in her heart was already overwhelming enough.