"Standing by my side?" Mo Nanjue repeated, recalling what Tong Ran said in the hospital room earlier. She said that when he was having an attack, he was frightening, so she was afraid of getting hurt and stayed at a distance from him; how could she be standing by his side?
Chen An continued to nod, "She should have always been by your side."
"What do you mean?" The man narrowed his eyes sharply, an ominous feeling flashing across his brow as he looked at Chen An, "Did I infect her?"
"No," Chen An shook his head, as he was researching this too, "No, I checked her, her blood doesn't have Devil's Kiss. I'm quite puzzled, so it seems that physical contact shouldn't transmit it..."
Mo Nanjue's handsome face grew darker, "Physical contact?"
Did he have physical contact with Tong Ran last night?
Chen An pressed his lips together, placing a hand on the man's shoulder, and only after tightening his fingers did he begin to speak, "Nanjue, she miscarried."
She miscarried.
