Yan Luoxi knelt on the ground, looking up at the elder whose face was etched with hardship, as if he suddenly aged ten years. She said, "Tianniu won't forgive you."
Tian's father didn't say a word, and shuffled away from the nursery. Yan Luoxi watched his figure move away, tears welling up; she tilted her head back, forcing the tears to retreat.
Why did it have to be like this, why?
In the ward, Tian Lingyun felt constantly uneasy. She lifted her head frequently to look at the ward's door. Her heart suddenly filled with pain. She couldn't sit still any longer and lifted the quilt to get out of bed.
Yan Luoxi pushed the ward door open and saw Tian Lingyun getting out of bed. She quickly walked over, "Tianniu, don't get out of bed, hurry and lie back down."
Tian Lingyun grabbed her clothes, looking anxiously at her, noticing her pale face, her eyes red like a rabbit's, as if she had just been crying. She asked eagerly, "Erluo, where's the child?"
