Having said that, Li Sihe turned and walked out. Bian Yue closed her eyes, feeling the nausea churning in her stomach, and eventually, unable to suppress it, ran to the washroom and couldn't help but retch.
The moment Li Sihe stepped out of the door, he heard Bian Yue's vomiting.
He clenched his fist subconsciously, and his breathing became heavy.
He knew why Bian Yue was in pain; the child had made her body extremely weak.
Li Sihe couldn't bring himself to like this child, but he knew Bian Yue too well. He was aware that if he ever harmed the child, Bian Yue would never forgive him, so he chose to endure in silence.
Even if Bian Yue wanted to give birth to the child, he could acquiesce.
All he needed was for Bian Yue to be by his side.
He thought he had made everything clear in his mind, but when he saw Bian Yue suffer for the child, he still had the urge to destroy it.
