Tong Ran breathed a sigh of relief, placing the cup by the bedside. "Chen An, thank you so much."
"Then how are you going to explain it to Nanjue?" Chen An looked at her. "You can't be intimate for a month after a miscarriage. Do you think you can keep it a secret?"
"..."
Tong Ran frowned. Maybe it would be hard to hide, but it was better than letting him experience the self-reproach and pain all over again. "I'll figure something out. Just tell him I don't feel well and can't for now..."
"...Okay," Chen An sighed. He understood her good intentions, but this way... He opened the door and walked out. "I really don't get what you women are thinking. Fine, get some rest."
The hospital room door closed, and the air inside suddenly became quiet. Tong Ran stared at the cup by the bedside absentmindedly. Half the water had been drunk, yet the child was gone, and once gone, it couldn't return—it would never be the same one again...
