Mo Ran, now pregnant, found her emotions fluctuating more than before, and couldn't help but let tears fall when she felt sad. Biting her lip, her eyes cast down and brimming with tears, she looked very heartbroken.
Mo Yan watched her dispassionately, her heart beginning to blame her again. If the child were still alive, she would have been able to marry Yang Tao more rightfully.
She had invested a lot of emotion into the child, and to lose it so suddenly was undeniably painful for her.
Moreover, since the miscarriage, her body hadn't been the same, often requiring visits to the gynecologist. She was truly worried that this might affect her chances of conception in the future.
The more she thought about it, the angrier Mo Yan became, a flash of cold fury passing through her eyes. Mo Ran, of course, did not see her expression; when she lifted her eyes again, Mo Yan had already regained her look of faint sadness.