One drop, two drops, three drops...
She counted each drop, her hand resting on her lower abdomen. She thought, when the child left, her lower abdomen hurt just like this, once, twice, three times...
Every woman has a maternal instinct, Tong Ran remembered what Chen An had said, when the child departs before forming, it wouldn't hurt much...
Yet she felt as if she could hear the child's cries.
She bit her lower lip lightly, forcing back the tears that surged up. In just a single night, so many things had already changed. Is everything she wants, everything she once had, going to face the pain of loss?
Tong Ran stared dazedly at the IV bottle. In a blur, she saw a figure standing before the hospital bed. The man's handsome face leaned down immediately, "Why are you crying?"
She was startled, quickly retreating a little, "You..."
