"I'm sorry, Xiaye."
At times like this, Qin Yiren didn't know how else to express the guilt in her heart other than repeatedly apologizing.
"It's alright, I've already waited this long, waiting a bit longer doesn't matter." Considering that Qin Yiren was still pregnant with Xiaobao, Yan Xiaye forced a smile to comfort her, "Wait a moment, I'll call the maid to bring some tea."
Qin Yiren nodded, holding back tears, knowing that Yan Xiaye was probably stepping out to calm her emotions, and she also needed some alone time.
With a reluctant smile, Yan Xiaye got up and left the room.
Initially, she managed to stay composed. But as she neared the door, her steps quickened, and she rushed to the guest bathroom at the end of the corridor.
With both hands on the sink, Yan Xiaye stared at her desolate reflection in the mirror, for a moment wishing Li Yuntang were by her side.
She knew that in life, some pains must be borne alone.
