As the words fell, Yan Xiaye choked heavily, her slender fingers wrinkling the man's sleek suit.
"What should I do…" She rested her forehead against the man's chest. "Lately, Yi Ren's situation is really bad. The more she loves Chu Xinian, the more hurt she's been. If she even loses this child, I fear she won't be able to hold on."
Toward the last few words, Yan Xiaye's voice couldn't help but tremble slightly.
Because, in a sense, she empathized deeply with Qin Yiren's current plight.
When she was plunged into those dark, dayless five years in prison, she countless times thought about ending it all, but it was the missing child that gave her the courage to live until today.
"I understand. I will ensure the doctors do everything possible to avoid the worst-case scenario."
Gently pulling the trembling little woman into his embrace, Li Yuntang didn't say much but silently offered his shoulder for her to lean on, waiting for Yan Xiaye to calm down.
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