But the thought that this child was lost because of him...
It felt as if there was a thorn embedded in his heart, and the slightest touch brought a painful sensation.
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Without any suspense, An Ruo miscarried.
After half an hour in the operating room, she was transferred to the VIP ward.
Tang Yuchen had a servant bring clothes for him to change into, and then he sat by the hospital bed all the time, his dark gaze fixed on the unconscious An Ruo, his mind a whirl of thoughts.
That night, the storm raged outside, with lightning and thunder. Only when dawn was breaking did the storm abate, and the sun rose from the east, heralding another day of bright, sunny weather.
An Ruo woke up at noon.
Upon opening her eyes, the first thing she saw was the hospital's stark white ceiling, and the air was filled with the smell of disinfectant.
