"I'm sorry." For the first time in all the years they had known each other, Mu Lingqian said these three words to Wen Xiangyang—a hoarse "I'm sorry" packed with so much pain and... hatred.
Wen Xiangyang knew she wasn't dreaming, but she didn't want to believe it.
She can't get pregnant?
Was this God's punishment for her?
Punishing her infidelity to Mu Lingqian, punishing her for carrying someone else's child, punishing her repeated attempts to abort the child in her womb, and now, simply, not allowing her to get pregnant anymore...
Wen Xiangyang felt unspeakably sad, but what right did she have to be sad?
It was her own choice, all her own doing.
Seeing Wen Xiangyang's silence, Mu Lingqian reached out once more to hold her: "Xiangyang, if you blame me or resent me, hit me. Don't bottle it up inside."
Mu Lingqian closed his eyes, his voice hoarse: "It was me who had Hua Yu abort the child."