She wanted to be pregnant, wanted a child, wanted to keep her position as his wife, and could not be replaced by Mrs. Shi. Yet, looking at Shi Che's cold back and listening to his words devoid of any warmth, she couldn't say anything.
In the end, she forced herself to hold up her body, habitually swallowing all her grievances and unwillingness, and responded meekly, "I understand. I will take the medicine."
Her voice carried a hint of choking, and she feared Shi Che would discover she was crying, so she quickly suppressed her voice.
Hearing Ling Chuxia's answer, Shi Che's hands clenched suddenly, a trace of emotion flashing swiftly in his eyes. Then, he sneered coldly and walked straight into the bathroom.
The bathroom door slammed shut with a loud bang.
Ling Chuxia sat dazedly on the bed for a while, then raised her hand, wiped away the tears at the corner of her eyes, and reached to open the bedside drawer, taking out that box of after pills.